There are times when time compresses. When a fraction of a fraction of a second can be long enough for a tree to grow from a seed, or a least to seem that way. In the millisecond before the firing of the gun, Sumo fell back off of Claude's shoulder. Claude instinctively reached out for Sumo and as he did so his leg splayed out, knocking Maggie off balance and causing the bullet to go into the ceiling.
Claude sat there on the floor, with Sumo in the hand that he was caught in. Did Sumo fall on purpose, did he know what would happen.
Maggie sat on the floor sobbing. Claude was going to go over to her and put his arm around her, but thought better of it.
Claude left his home by taking a random tunnel. When he finally surfaced he found himself in the midst of a group of runners.
Sumo felt something. There. Running past Claude. He could feel the pull. There she was, in all her glory. He was almost back. He knew she was there. Sumo felt content. Running by was Elaine. Claude was a wonderful Sasquatch but he could never be Elaine. What better fate was there than to dangle from her bag. And then, she was gone. She ran right past Claude was intent was she on her running.
about Sumo
Sumo is Elaine's #1 Marathon Running Fan. Sadly, Elaine lost Sumo somewhere during her work commute from Midtown West to Midtown East. Building security checked for Sumo everywhere, but he was no where to be found. Luckily, Sumo was found by a young British boy vacationing in NY. He took it back to his parents home in Notting Hill, but he himself dropped it while skipping down to the Picadilly line. The Sumo was then found again and put on Ebay...
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