The Call

For the better part of an afternoon, he pretended he couldn’t hear them.  After several hours of near torture he strapped on his shoes and tried a short run.  He heard them, even over the miles; they never stopped calling.

“Damn cookies,” he sighed on his way to the kitchen.

 

 

For the Weekly Writing Challenge

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