Run – Written by Bolu Adebesin, aged 16

Last month, 330Words ran a writing workshop for the young people at the Reclaim Project. This story was produced by one of the writers during the event. Image kindly provided by Natalie Bowers

Dun. Dun. Dun. 7.05am.

The glimmering, hot red sun rises from east to west. With no energy in me, I awake again with the same hope that keeps me going. The clock strikes. Tick. Tock. Like a sulky sail, I stretch to strive for my daily routine.

8.25am.

Running through the valley, a beauty caught my eye. A fascination that stimulates my past.

“These are the shoes. Have them. It’s only you that can bring them back alive.”

I snap back to reality, to why I live. The whole earth fills my heart. I pass the old, ridged statue of Saint Benedict the Third.

The same destination where millions of seconds have passed.

Words: 144

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