On the Wings of Dreams
by Warwick Stubbs
I needed a place to sleep.
I could still run but I couldn’t run forever, and sooner or later these legs would no longer jump, no longer clamber and climb, and no longer hold up a torso exhausted from exertion.
I tried to avoid the splashes of water slapping at my face as though I really was responsible for what had happened, and I really deserved this punishment that I was running from.