More consistency! Hurrah!

80. Memory

Sunlight streams down on the field as they run across it, tripping over their feet as they went. The youngest, hitting the ground, is tugged to his feet by the tallest and they still run on, laughing and running eternally as the slate haired man bolts upright in his bed and lets out a mournful sigh, reminiscing about days long gone.

The eightieth. Twenty to go.
As always, feel free to drop me a line. I actually secretly like people!

-Josiy x