We run, we all run. Frantically stomping the ground until our foreheads are drenched in sweat, our lungs have lost their breath, our legs have become completely numb to their own movement and the soles of our shoes have long fallen, exposing our bare feet to the rocks beneath. The tiny pebbles puncture our heels and toes with the tenacity of merciless soldiers and the precision of a surgeon’s scalpel. Moving away, we leave a memorandum of our presence in the form of short, scarlet notes writing the story of our life on the Earth’s ever changing face. Where do we run to? ...
Middle-aged, unwed & no children. Susan was definition of lonely, unhappy & miserable . A twist of fate happened then her life suddenly became enjoyable & joyful. The question is :Did she go too far?