Jumping puddles and
Dodging crashes of thunder
Running in the rain
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A daunting menu
Then I hear myself saying
“I’ll take fried chicken”
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For the Weekly Writing Challenge
Tag: DPchallenge
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
A Constant State of Hunger 