Joshua Curnew

Bait

A man tied his shoes. The sky was bright. Cloudless with only a beaming sun shining down. The path before him swiveled for miles between trees of all varieties. He began to jog through the path. The occasional stone catching his eye. A few minutes later, a fallen tree blocked the path. The music in his ears driving him as he jogged faded for a moment as he climbed over the decaying beech tree in his path. He continued to run, no jog. At a steady pace, at a steady speed along the dirt path swirling like a maze.