Thrown
Jessica Gilmartin
Rain mists over my face as I hop off the porch, starting at a slow jog.
As my feet hit the pavement, my breathing falls into a steady heave and I focus on the road ahead. My plan is to go counterclockwise around the lake, run up the gentle incline to the cliff, and then down the steep hill back to my cabin.
She should be coming any time now. She’s run by here every morning this week. This is going down today. No more holding back. Stupid b***h is gonna get what’s coming to her, pausing to chat with me, bouncing up and down the whole time. That stupid ponytail flipping behind her. I always hated that.
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The rain turns from mist to droplets as I start the incline. My lungs start to burn and my calves tighten. The only sounds come from the morning birds twitte
