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Emergency exit

 

He was running through the hallways of the hospital

… skidding corners

sliding linoleum floors

 

I could tell his breath was twenty steps behind him

lapsing

trying to catch up

 

His heart went even faster than he did

racing

urging him to stop

 

But he ran

with no interest

in listening

 

The hospital seemed bigger than before

he must have ran

for hours

 

When his breath slowed down

then his heart slowed down

and his hope broke down

 

Though death had been walking at a leisurely pace

he was there immediately

with a friendly smile

 

“Were you looking for me?”