balls of my feet like a runner about to sprint. Over my heartbeat pounding in my ears, I hear it. A cough. Behind me now. Close. Too close. Run. I stumble forward. I can do this I tell myself, but it’s a lie. I know I can’t keep going for much longer. The clouds roll across the sky again and the blackness is crushing. I momentarily slow, conscious I can’t see where I’m putting my feet. The ground is full of potholes and I can’t risk spraining my ankle, or worse. What would I do then? How could I get away? The wind gusts and the clouds are swept away and in my peripheral
