She ran her own business — she ran seminars. They ran every Tuesday at 8 PM, and they always ran late. But she ran the company into the ground. Room rental ran her $2000 a week. When she ran out of money, she ran for office.
A rumour ran through the city. The tabloid press ran the story: ‘Candidate Ran Drugs!’ ran the dramatic headline.
Her blood ran cold. Her face ran with sweat. Her nose ran. Her stockings ran. She ran to the bus; it ran every half hour. It ran a red light.
Back then, before it ran dry, the river ran to the sea. She ran in fully clothed. She ran the rapids, then ran aground on a sandbar.
The dye in her T-shirt ran into the water.
Published on September 19, 2021 03:16