Cause for Concern

Miles had cause for concern. He didn’t exactly know why he was running, just that he knew he should. This was, in fact, the main cause of his concern. How did he know that he had to run? He definitely had a stomach that felt like it had been filled with mud: it was heavy. Wobbly and unwieldy. He knew that this was one of the reasons he ran; but he just couldn’t get hold of the specifics. Maybe he was running away from something? Towards something? Maybe even around something? Maybe he was in some sort of race… No, that seemed unlikely from the complete lack of track or stadium around him. He was, however, running down some sort of dark red corridor. Good. At least he knew where he was running even if he didn’t know why. What was his destination though? He knew where he was running but not where he was running to. Was it good or bad? The corridor was sticky on both the walls and the floor, and that as he raised his foot he felt a slight resistance and heard a definite schlep. Hmm, judging from the surroundings he was nowhere good and where he was going probably wasn’t much better… it must be better though or he wouldn’t be running there at all. That thought made him feel slightly more at ease. It was probably a good idea to look around and see if there was anything behind him because, by this point, he was beginning to feel rather tired. If there wasn’t anything there then he could relax his pace a bit. Plus, even if there was something there, he’d know what it was. It may be horrible but at least he’d be less confused. He looked round and, his foot sliding on a slimy patch of the red floor, he fell over. Unfortunately there was something chasing him. As he looked back he thought: Well, at least now I know why I was running.