While running his first marathon at age fifty, Jake finally spotted the finish line ahead. But why was the finish line bathed in a tunnel of heavenly light? And was that Jake's grandmother floating there, waving and calling him to her?
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From your humble editor of One-Screen Stories. This little story is much exaggerated from my recent middle-aged running experiences. I wrote this while listening to other wonderful writers at a reading last night at Asnuntuck Community College.
From your humble editor of One-Screen Stories. This little story is much exaggerated from my recent middle-aged running experiences. I wrote this while listening to other wonderful writers at a reading last night at Asnuntuck Community College.
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