I took nearly 20 minutes longer to return to the starting point. “Where had you gone? I was starting to get worried about you”, said the man at the milk-booth which I normally use as my pit-stop between loops.
I don’t know him, but he was still watching out for me. Did I fall, so my faith in intrinsic goodness could be renewed?
A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.