Anthony considered briefly whether or not he was running for his life. That phrase sounded catchy, was full of substance. But did it accurately describe what was happening right now, at this moment? For one, he was not being chased by anyone in particular. Still, the heavy luminence of the lights moved in and out as he sped past them. His feet making an abrasive impact with the concrete, with each sprint he grew weaker and more tired. But he was determined to keep going, to fight this. He concluded in the next second, that yes, he was running for his life.
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11 June 2008 - Posted by
spncr