The throbbing in the soles of my feet heightened as the temperature dropped.
It’s probably the week’s worth of steps I’ve taken. Maybe it’s the jagged rock, which worked its way into the bottom of my foot through a hole in my right shoe.
It appeared on my third day of walking. The third day of sleeping under the stars or the occasional overpass.
The third day after I lost everything. I lost it all because of my pride.
My feet were killing me. I looked behind me and saw a series of bloody footprints.
Yup, it was the rock.
My 100-word posts are inspired by a WordPress blog called All of 100. The authors of the site, which has been operating since 2009, committed to write 100 words a day – no more, no less. I decided to take up the challenge because I thought it might help me write more concisely. It is more difficult than I thought.
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