Pursuit – August 28, 2022

graphix: spwilcen Horror in One-hundred Words He’s chased after me for years.Twenty.No, thirty, maybe.Maybe more.Memory failsBecause more important worriesSteal my attentions.Always he’s there,Behind me, closing-in.Pushing me to be faster,To push harder,To put more than two steps between us.When that fails,To be smarter.Even that fails.Last night,Beaten and weary,My eyes closedAnd my mind disconnected.After three-hours’ restless sleep,Ejected