My breath is coming fast and hot. The road is grit shifting over baked mud, tearing at the soles of my feet.
I hear them behind me, boots thudding – relentless. 197 more words
Last night I got my hair done. Cut and color. It had been 4 months since I had either, so it was definitely time.
I’d thought of going back to my usual brown hair, because, well, I hate everything right now, but I let my stylist create art, instead. 122 more words