The Runner

Microdosing prompt: Torment,100mg

Photo by Bruno Martins on Unsplash

God that girl can run! Never any fear of a turned ankle on unfamiliar paths – even at night. Whatever the season, she runs. Her pace is so steady, so light, she glides across any surface to blend like a chameleon into any place, scene, time of day.

I hope to catch a glimpse of her face, to understand. I sit in the park awaiting her passing…it may or may not happen; one never knows where or when she might appear.

I see her approaching! We lock eyes and when at last she looks away, only one thing remains – eternal torment.