50 Word Stories: Sundays

Six times I have tried to breathe. Six times I have failed. Today is different.

The sun is up early. Dawn yawns a new day, a more languid awakening. An old lady with a dog says hello. It is a pleasure to return her greeting.

Thank goodness for Sundays.

19 thoughts on “50 Word Stories: Sundays

      1. Humidity slows me down (not that I’m fast or anything) I’ve been biking more than running lately, and now my brother just asked me to run a 5K in Oct. with him…so I’m back at it to get ready. I know – such a tiny little distance for you being an Iron Man and all…lol

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