50 Word Stories: The Slowdown


The clouds made an unhurried journey across the sky like cars waiting to enter a garage that rationed its petrol. There was no point worrying so long as you knew you'd get your share. They knew. And I knew I got mine as everything slowed and my chest grew heavy.

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