The sunrise was mostly veiled, hidden behind the curtain of grey.

I raced towards the horizon, hoping to out run the clouds. They thickened but I didn’t stop. My feet hit a steady rhythm.

To look back was a shock; I had journeyed to some remote place.

 

I wrote this prompted by the word remote from Flash in the pan. I took a different meaning to the word but I hope you enjoyed it 🙂

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