| "Running Shadow" |
[Oct. 16th, 2008|04:56 pm] |
Carpe diem. Then I start to run: no time to think, no time to clean my hands against my jacket. I had wanted to find a handkerchief and then burn it; no time for that.
The wind screams and my cheeks are red. I hear sirens wail, seconds behind me.
(O lookie here, everyone, it's a mini-saga. Exactly 50 words, not including the title; must have beginning, middle and end. Hey, anyone fancy the idea of "write one of these" as a meme? :D) |
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