Friday, September 10, 2010


Bang! He surprises himself at how quickly he can run in skinny jeans. As more gunshots rend the foggy evening, he imagines himself in a comic book, with onomatopoeias accompanying his every heroic move. He trips from lack of attention, and he curses this momentary lapse in focus. His pursuers surround him, shady characters to be sure. Thinking quickly, he leaps, flailing into a somersault out of their range. “Shit!” he thinks, “Why didn’t I try harder in gym class?” Exhausted, and lying sprawled on his back from his failed escape attempt, he tries his last trick. “I give up?”

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