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They jogged out of the underpass, suddenly cold though they had entered in hot June sunshine, and into uncanny silence.
Broken trees dripped chill; sleet blew in a rising gale, and the howling that began was not the voice of the wind.
The marathon runners had left the summer of ’16 and emerged in the post apocalypse of ’26, where the Beast was waiting for them.
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That’s why I don’t run! 😃
Nice tale.
A very good reason!
Well, let’s hope they haven’t exhausted themselves yet… Love the eerie atmosphere you created!
Thanks! There’s nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. I think I might write a book about it. Oh! I already have!
They do look a bit out of place, don’t they? (K)
Runners always look cranky to me. I’m not a great one for sporting activities. Unless Ireland’s playing, of course 🙂
I hope this doesn’t happen to me in my next 5K. Or worse – swim meet. (I come off the turn and take a breath and suddenly…what!!!???)
I hope so too 🙂 Maybe that’s where all the other great disappearances of history have ended up.
Meaning I could meet Amelia Earhart in the locker room. Think about that.
Or the crew of the Marie Celeste.
All our friends from the Bermuda Triangle.
I’d forgotten about them. They must make quite a crowd by now.
Order up a lot of hot dogs, hamburgers, and veggie options (I’ll ask for suggestions) to feed that crowd we’ve invited, right?
Of course. They’ll need to be filled in on all the history they missed. And for some of them, have hot dogs explained.
I’ll volunteer for that. Yum, I love hot dogs.
I can see that this is where our paths diverge…
Spooky!!
That is one seriously long run! Anything to feed the Beast 🙂 Well done!
Frank
Thanks Frank. It’s an idea I’ve been running with for a while now 🙂
That’s intense! 😄
I like this idea of time warps.
A great atmosphere built in so few words, Jane. Amazing how creepy that was in so little time. Good thing they’re all wearing running shoes!
It won’t help them though. I wrote the story; I know what’s coming next 🙂
Ha! Love a grim tale – really great, Jane
Me too 🙂 You’ve probably noticed that though.
That’s what drew me to your writing 🙂
I’m not alone in preferring nasty to nice then—that’s cheering 🙂
Never alone in the shadows 🙂
I like this very much.
Thank you 🙂