It was the running that hurt more then the walking. It had been like this ever since the home base burned. Walking meant you looked at your feet, blanking what was around you. When you ran you looked and saw what was being taken away. You ran not to die. Random Word: Tell
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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.