Wednesday, September 20, 2017

1140. Subtle indicators of power

At five, Toby padded whisper quiet down to the basement, where the treadmill lived.
She laced up her shoes slowly, methodically.
As she ran, the light through the basement window grew slowly more intense.
When she finished, she thought she could almost hear the quiet sigh of a thousand thousand machines as the city slid back into darkness.