You Make Them Run


I could feel them, crowding in around me, pouring into the room from what felt like all directions.

I’d never been visited by more three or four of them at once.

But now… they filled the room.

(Some of them I could even smell)

They began pushing and pressing into me, somehow, drawing ever closer.

Apparently, they came to watch.

I tried to carry on with my work. But the tension was impossible to ignore.

I spoke:

“So many are on me right now. How do I keep their eyes off of me?”

“You don’t,” he said. “You make them run.”

“But how?” I asked, helplessly.


Leave a Reply