Running
“Two minutes and forty," his coach said. The boy was busy breathing so he said nothing.
“Two minutes and forty,” the coach said again. He handed the boy a towel and a drink.
“Is it good?” the boy asked, wiping away the sweat.
“It’s fast.”
The boy drank.
~*~*~*~*~
“I don’t want custody,” his mother said. The boy was going to bed when he heard this.
“So you'll dump him on me?”
“If you'd been smart in the first place, we wouldn’t have had this problem!”
“Blame me now.”
“I wanted to go to college but you’d to knock me up...”
The boy shut the door and went to sleep.
~*~*~*~*~
“Go!” his coach shouted and the boy ran. The coach punched at his stopwatch as the boy crossed the line.
“You ran well today,” the coach said. The boy was busy breathing so he said nothing.
“You ran well today,” the coach said again. He handed the boy a towel, a drink and a chocolate.
“Time?”
“Two minutes and twenty-seven. Faster than before.”
He bit into the chocolate.
“I’m still not fast enough,” he said.
The boy drank.
“Two minutes and forty,” the coach said again. He handed the boy a towel and a drink.
“Is it good?” the boy asked, wiping away the sweat.
“It’s fast.”
The boy drank.
~*~*~*~*~
“I don’t want custody,” his mother said. The boy was going to bed when he heard this.
“So you'll dump him on me?”
“If you'd been smart in the first place, we wouldn’t have had this problem!”
“Blame me now.”
“I wanted to go to college but you’d to knock me up...”
The boy shut the door and went to sleep.
~*~*~*~*~
“Go!” his coach shouted and the boy ran. The coach punched at his stopwatch as the boy crossed the line.
“You ran well today,” the coach said. The boy was busy breathing so he said nothing.
“You ran well today,” the coach said again. He handed the boy a towel, a drink and a chocolate.
“Time?”
“Two minutes and twenty-seven. Faster than before.”
He bit into the chocolate.
“I’m still not fast enough,” he said.
The boy drank.
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