I’m not really in the mood to write and yet I must say something. It has been that kind of week. Bothers like flies buzz around my head. “My” runner might have been hit by a car a few days ago. When I heard the news on the radio I instantly thought of the runner I had seen everyday, nameless but certainly not faceless. My mind scrambled to think, when did I see him last? I can’t remember. Ever since the freak snow storm I had been taking the highway to work. I wanted the give the tree guys and electrical companies room to restore normalcy to our town. But, “my” runner! Is it him now in a hospital room? Critical condition. Hit while passing a driveway. How many times has that nearly happened to me? Too many to count. I don’t know if it’s the same guy, but I can’t stop thinking it is. Strange, I worry about someone I don’t even know.
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