The Runner

Running sucks. Bad. Grueling miles of self-torture that I must have enjoyed in a past life. I slog through the city, past the sagging houses near the bus station and up the hills because they can’t stop me. I’m invisible to the elements, locked in my own brain. I feel the wind moving through me,... Continue Reading →

Almost Home

I wake up in a puddle of my own drool. My butt’s in the air and my knees tucked under my chest. I blink, then gasp. I twist and turn and untangle myself with a scream. Only it’s not my scream, it’s little boy’s scream. I’m in my racecar bed, wearing my racecar pajamas. I... Continue Reading →

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