avenginggirlscout-archive-deact asked: 00:00:00[ a go for poly! ]
She had a number on each wrist. Each ticked slowly, the numbers moving slowly smaller. She was so used to it, she would wear cloth wristbands over them, not thinking about it.
Her morning run was normal, until she heard a laughing voice call out, “On your left.” A beep, and Sam slowed to a stop, pulling off her wrist bands.
One of the two had stopped. “HEY! WAIT!” She called.