Running Thoughts
2 min readSep 7, 2019
His sharp breaths cut the early morning’s silence. Gulls cried in the mist. Water lapped gently against the piers as boats bobbed atop soft, rhythmic pulses. In the near distance the highway began to grumble and roar with tractor trailers — a snaking beast stirring to life. All around him the city emerged from its night.
One more block, he told himself. Then, one more, again. And again. He was lying every time, and he knew he was…
