The Long Run

by James Acker

“Better. Handsome boys.”

But for the first time in a long time, I had hope. Because my mom could stop the earth on its axis if she really tried.

One day, I’d be someone he used to know.

“At least we got this part right.”

This person who knew me. Who heard me. Who I didn’t want to let go. “I don’t want to stop, Bash.”

“Then we won’t.”

won the competition with myself.