Weighted Down
I stepped out into the motel parking lot, slowed down not only by luggage, but also fatigue. The time was 5:30 a.m.As I unlocked our vehicle and began putting luggage in it, I heard the steps of someone running on the frontage road nearby. But the rhythmic sound of footsteps was accompanied by a shuffling sound, as if something was being drug. I turned and saw that the runner had a rope ...
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