Three-Plus

Two years ago today, a mile into my run, some ignominious sack of shit abandoned a 14-month old (give or take) puppy in front of me, dumping her at a power station and speeding off.

Each time I run past that power station – nearly every day since – I can still see that car speeding off, the occasional pang of panic whenever a similar car (though the exact car has faded from memory becoming, inevitably, a composite of all cars) slows down or passes me or speeds up or is parked somewhere; I c...