He kicks
The ball
Down the Alleys
Hoping that one
Will take him out
Into the grass
So the world
Can see him
And then he stops
And stares at the wall
At the dead end
At the end dead
With his dreams at his bare feet
Full of air.

She felt as though she was spiraling to hell as she ran breathlessly down the hill. She was not a runner, she had not done this often, but there was a man chasing her and she had seen out of the corner of her eye, the danger he carried in his right hand, its barrel [...]