They were running, jumping over hedges and trash cans, bolting through the bottle-green lawns, hopping over the sprinkler heads and ant colonies. Nothing could touch them and it was too scared to try. Blocks flew by as the two ran and ran, away from everything, away from their problems. It was said some things would not go away no matter how fast you ran, well, the two were anxious to prove it wrong. They sailed effortlessly over a tall hedge separating two yards when a thin, disused voice caught their attention.
“H-hey?”
The two knew why the third wanted to come, and the third knew where they were going.
“Of course,” they answered simultaneously.
The three were running, jumping over hedges and trash cans, bolting through bottle-green lawns, hopping over sprinkler heads and ant colonies. Nothing could touch them and it was too scared to try, for they grew in number day.
 Attingere · Sun Jan 21, 2007 @ 03:51pm · 0 Comments |
