Nov 26

Smoke

His feet thudded against the pavement,

Making a rhythmic sound that seemed to lull his senses,
His mind was empty;

Just a blank white space, filled with nothing,
He ran this route every morning, rain or shine

But this time something would change, forever,
As he raised his head he saw it;

A spiral of smoke rising from the place where his house was,
He started sprinting, in a frantic mad dash,

He hoped it was a campfire from the house across from his, but he knew different,
As he rounded the bend he knew things would change, 

And that they would change forever.





 
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