Sunday, December 17, 2006

The Treadmill

When it all gets too much for her – the fights, the recrimination – she goes down to the gym, gets on to the treadmill.

The truth is she’s going nowhere. But she likes to pretend she’s running, likes to pretend she can escape.

And when people ask her how she stays so thin, she just smiles.

(55-words)

Author's note: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any actual gym is not just coincidental, it's downright amazing, given that I've never been in one.

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8 comments:

Anonymous said...

LOL at authors note.

Anonymous said...

beautiful

Anonymous said...

story of my life

drifting leaf said...

hey

Anonymous said...

running as an escape..hmm..i guess that does happen..

Revealed said...

Bad memories, this one

Secret Blurker said...

i adore the disclaimer! i adore you!

n said...

loved it.
about that disclaimer: don't pretend :D