PB

Almost there.

Frank spluttered a breath and wiped another bead of sweat from his brow. Wearied muscles tightened below him; where he had once been running he now moved along at little more than a shambling half-jog.

Not much farther.

He glanced up. That’s when he heard the Tyrannosaurus approaching fast behind him. It huffed and ever so loudly puffed, but did not roar. Frank kept his eyes forward, on the bathtub and Mexican wrestler.

Just a few more yards…

Exhausted, Frank bundled over the finish line, bottom desperately finding tarmac. He checked his watch.

ā€œ04:03:22ā€

A smile stretched across his face.

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Author: jackkholt

Film graduate. Lover of lots of good films and quite a few bad ones. Reader. Writer. Novel in progress, obviously.

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