Demeter went for a jog. She wanted to say that it was her habit, but really, she never jogged. Not even back at her hometown, where there was plenty of space and nature to run around in. She ran, pacing herself. She knew she was a bit out of shape Read more…
“Come along,” it’s right over there, Pickle pointed thataway while jogging. Cherry panted behind her. “I… don’t… can’t… this uphill is killing me…” “Ain’t you a runner, lassie?” Killie asked with her thick accent. “I’m a sprinter, not a marathoner!” Cherry complained, breathing hard. Killie had a glint of sweat Read more…
There was something about that building. Nobody could explain what it was, but the facts were irrefutable: If you wanted to recover mentally or physically, going in there made the whole process quicker. Much quicker. Jacob’s bag felt too heavy for him, especially in his condition. He made a stop, Read more…
