Chapter 6
Atlanta, GA
Philip
IT WAS FRIDAY morning, and Charles and I had just started our morning run. We were both looking forward to the weekend, the extra hard work of the previous weeks having taken its toll. Lance, as usual, trotted along with us. Charles was holding his leash at the moment, although we took turns with that as we did with almost everything else in our personal lives. For late January, the temperature was bearable, and we were running shirtless. We ran pretty much in silence, since I don’t like to carry on a conversation while running. We’d just reached the northern end of the park close to a wooded area when I heard a loud crack and Charles let out a yelp of pain and dropped to the ground. I stopped to see what was wrong, and there was another loud crack and somet
