Michael (pt. 5)
He pulled himself up into his body laying there in the dirt and leaves and he rolled over to look again at the darkening sky. The twilight was nearly gone now, but with what light there was, he could make out the silhouettes of the trees bending down at him, away from the sky they had always reached for, and toward him.
Michael brought himself to his feet and started to run. At first, panicked and terrified, but as he ran through the blurred still images of the forest around him, he lost all fear, and then there was nothing else. Just the drive to run. He didn’t get tired or winded. He just ran.