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The Little Things (Flash Fiction)

His heart was racing, and his clothes were soaked as he tore through the trees. There was almost no sound as the man’s feet pounded the trail. He had barely been running twenty minutes, but his ear-buds were already slipping from the sweat. It was annoying, but the need to occasionally dry them off helped force Jacob to listen for any unwanted visitors. This park was Jacob’s favorite place to go running, especially right after the sun had set. Everyone else had cleared out, a