David J Ebner

Julian Rosen sprinted with all his might, with all his will to live he ran. Large billows of white breath steamed from his mouth and he gasped. His hair was tired but still had the faint remnants of a pompadour. His bow tie untied, his dress shirt partly brown with stains of soil and dried blood, tiny tears couldn’t be seen in the ruffles of his blouse, and he didn’t care. Six ounces of flour-white sand gathered in his left shoe while only four ounces weighted his right.
His legs moved faster than time would allow, so fast that he began to out-pace his surroundings. The waves embarked on their endless quest for the perfect shore with patience. The small birds scampered in linear form away from the water, but did so at leisure. The hermit crabs retracted into their microscopic caves singing their praise to the sea for a swift getaway, the birds couldn’t catch them, not even at this pace.
Julian remembered that he had hands, and clamped to his left was a cuff, which was welded to a chain, attached to a locked metal briefcase. In the briefcase was the last possession that he would ever own, but that was not why he was being chased.