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.
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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.
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Short and haunting – good luck with the run
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Like an undead hobbit Diane. Thanks 🙂 Run was fine – it ended in an epic breakfast!
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