I’ve got a 21km run tomorrow morning to try and stay on track for a September marathon. This means an early night. And a very short story.
My Saturday night 55 word epic: Running From Memory.
I dreamed of you in the dark.
I’m not sure who you are but you were there just the same. The perfect confluence of a fatigued mind and the dappled shadows from a bright winter moon.
When I rise as I must, it will take some cold distance to outrun the heat of my thoughts.