4/27/25 for Edward Ibeh's This Or That, Vol 32 Poetry Contest
Title chosen: Runner
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He knows he has to run; it’s imperative. He sprints down a trail, passing tall pines on both sides. His eyes dart everywhere around himself as he surveys every large rock or bush that he goes dashing past. There is so much undergrowth. How can he leave this path? Yet he knows he will inevitably have to. It is growing dark – too dark. What can he do? What can he do? He stops and allows for his ears to listen. Every little sound arouses suspicion. Before the sun drops, he will have to leave the path, and so he scuttles, first to the right of it, paying close attention to places where a person might hide. Behind rocks, thick trunks, even bushes where a person would be able to squat low. He finds nothing. He knows his pace is very fast. He needs to switch to the other side of the path. How did he let this happen? With great frustration, he hears his heart drumming fury. Panting, he scurries around the densest areas, his eyes doing a sweep of every spot - for any place where one could stoop down. Aha, he spies it – almost invisible behind tall weeds – a sort of cavity in this woods of endless ground cover. With a bound, he reaches it. Immediately, he perks up his ears. He discerns with great relief an almost imperceptible moan. The girl, hands still tied behind her back, crouches in utter terror inside a shallow cave. If she had escaped, he would have been for the rest of his life (figuratively speaking) on the run.
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