The Runner
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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.
Microdosing prompt: Torment, 100 mg
That’s a super real hoot Tracy, in and of itself. It stands alone blinking on and off, really really realistic funny like off the map hilarious, in my affectionately cra cra mind!
The Running
Portrays a multidimensional space and mental thought in a short word span, I love its brevity, and abrupt stop, making me wonder for more, brilliant.
And the intriguing photo by Bruno Martins with its peculiar light and the mysterious hatted man, with the elders sitting over yonder shoulder to shoulder on a park bench, very captivating.
Tracy, you are not limited by your imagination, and that tickles me pink.
Sleep well, G
I so value your readership and commentary, Gealdine! You have captured a bit of what I found as I finished this odd little micro- is it more about the Runner or about the man on the bench… 🤔😉🥰🥰 Thanks so much for your time and support-it means much to me! 🙏🏼✨✨