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The Good, the Bad, The Run
Jun. 16th, 2006 03:00 amBilly runs.
In the darkness of the pre-dawn of Milliways, he runs.
It is familiar ground, and he is tired. It is a good path, and he is out of shape.
He runs raggedly, out of breath, hurting.
But he runs.
He has been going over everything in his head, listening to the voices of those angry and those who paid attention, listening to the voices of the stupid and the smart. He has been thinking.
Time passes here in Milliways oddly. And sometimes, a day, a week, a month, can creep up and pass you fast, without you knowing it.
Billy runs.
His feet hit the ground now with an irregular pattern and he feels the strain, but he pushes and keeps going, even when it means his speed falls off to nearly nothing. He has spent a week mourning, recovering, and trying to find answers. Most of what he has discovered is that people find it easier to hate than to think, but he has also found great people here, kind ones, who listen, and think, and who have shown him what honor is, and means.
Billy runs.
And as he runs, he knows, at last, that he has made his decisions what to do.
In the darkness of the pre-dawn of Milliways, he runs.
It is familiar ground, and he is tired. It is a good path, and he is out of shape.
He runs raggedly, out of breath, hurting.
But he runs.
He has been going over everything in his head, listening to the voices of those angry and those who paid attention, listening to the voices of the stupid and the smart. He has been thinking.
Time passes here in Milliways oddly. And sometimes, a day, a week, a month, can creep up and pass you fast, without you knowing it.
Billy runs.
His feet hit the ground now with an irregular pattern and he feels the strain, but he pushes and keeps going, even when it means his speed falls off to nearly nothing. He has spent a week mourning, recovering, and trying to find answers. Most of what he has discovered is that people find it easier to hate than to think, but he has also found great people here, kind ones, who listen, and think, and who have shown him what honor is, and means.
Billy runs.
And as he runs, he knows, at last, that he has made his decisions what to do.
