I wrote this story for Alec Frazier. He intended to do an anthology of stories about disability for his second book, but it never worked out.Now that he's gone, I've decided to share it, dedicated to his memory. Abide, my friend..¸¸•.¸¸.•´¯`• (¯`•ღ•´¯)•´¯`•.¸¸.•.¸¸.Revolutionby Lissa Bryan Holloway Prison, 1913 She didn’t look up when the cell door opened.“Miss Billinghurst?”May did