It was winter’s first bitingly cold morning. Even the taxis and black cars, whining and spewing out dense clouds of smog from their tailpipes, seemed as if they wanted to hide inside. The frosted streets of Manhattan were devoid of other pedestrians, and so he ran aggressively, pumping his legs harder and faster than he should have, hoping to make his body heat itself. With every short and shallow breath, his mouth shot out plumes of steam that whorled his wake. Continue reading Winter Run – a short story →