Pant Pant Pant by Peter Gleason That sound you hear is the crunching of leaves and my shoes pounding against the ground where they sleep. I would normally not disturb their slumber but, you see, I am being pursued by wolves. Their mouths are open with tongues rolled out and blown back like flags flying from the bows of approaching warships. We've been running for days, these wolves and I. Shoes, don't fail me!
Peter Gleason lives in New York City, where he enjoys writing words and music in his free time. Some of his fiction has been published in Writing A Thousand Deaths and In-flight Literary Magazine. Learn more about his other work at Crumpled Kingdom (CrumpledKingdom.wordpress.com). Accompanying photo by Phillip Hirst