Dates in Minneapolis

Running. Branches breaking, leaves crunching. The wind brisk against your body in your tight clothes. “What a bad idea to wear these tonight” you thought to yourself but you know if you could go back you’d wear them again. You know you’re being loud but you can’t stop, you know I’m behind you. You saw me getting ready when I let you run, the mask the gear. Everything I would need to find you. While you have, nothing. You think you’re far enough away now so you stop, panting.