oh no

"thud thud thud"

his feet strikes the rubber in rapid succession, each step pounding and compacting the red, processed latex. not quick enough, however.

swerving round the bend, he spots his team mate a good 90m away, striding effortlessly. something he was once able to execute. the 3m gap has widened 30 fold. credit to that literal twist of fate a few fortnights back. although he has reduced the gap gradually ever since his recovery, a looming thought haunts him.

thin the twist from the picture. behold, a marvelous painting. if only it could be thinned. if only. the twist is beyond a minor fracture in the painting. it is a brightly rubricated slash across the dimly coloured canvas, sticking out like a leprous thumb, covered in boils and oozing blisters. a mistake too dear. much too dear.

nothing short of one solid victory will distill the back of his head now. he starves. will he pounce?