Monday, 6 September 2021

Light At The End Of The Tunnel

I had been running through the tunnel for long enough that my lungs were burning, my legs were like lead, but I kept going, I had to keep moving.


And there was a light at the end, drawing me onwards, giving me hope.


But as I moved closer, the light seemed to be growing brighter and larger. And this was because it was a speeding train coming towards me.


As it came closer and closer, at the last second, I threw myself to the side. And I was doubly lucky.


It didn't hit me, and it did hit my pursuer.

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