Short story: Trouble



Run. Open the door, slam it shut, run.

There's no point trying to trying to evade detection, when you have the wild-eyed hair and skinny torn pants of a stereotype people avoid the lunatic.

When you are being pursued by trouble down light urine-soaked alleys and and up fire exits and through eerie whistling forests of disinterested people, you don't always remember what you're doing and where you're going.

Trouble will always find you.

This is the result of a fifteen minute writing exercise. The only constrictions were the time limit and five randomly selected words from the dictionary. Today the words were: trouble, stereotype, slam, pursued, and lunatic.

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