Like a mad Mrs. Dash I hit the pavement running. King couldn’t catch this “Running Man”; not even with a pen and a stack of pages. I scratched back like a Jimmy Dean skimmin’ across a record with a vibe and a slick groove. Electric…wait for it…slide. More curvy than a thick 8-track and more retro than a phonograph I hit the curb and skittered off to the tower of Titans. I heard a chirp; I heard a flutter.
I thought to myself, “Is it a blue jay? A robin? Nah.”
I pushed it from my thoughts and thought about the universe. Lightning and thunder clapped and rained down around me as I sprinted to an unknown finish line. I’d cross it and cross it again before even the next lighting flashed like a ’58 bulb caught in time. The Flash wish he could run like me. Speeding by cars and trucks I leapt tall buildings to show that the Super Man wasn’t the only one who had hops. The sun winked and urged me on—I winked back and the moon raised an eyebrow. My sneaks sparked and moaned, they caught fire and split, but I kept runnin’. I hit Mach 5 like Ani on a Swoop. The sands of Tatooine couldn’t hold a speedster like me. I broke the chains of the Huts just to take my disappearing shackles back to Houdini as he plunged into the cold waters of the Green River. Pop culture at its finest. Keanu may have had a runaway bus, but Bullock took one for the team and hit the high seas for round two.
“Just crusin’,” I whispered to myself.
Even my breath caught wind and broke the sound barrier. BOOM! Even a whisper can shape the future. A butterfly effect in full swing. It dances with the past and serenades the present. Chaos theory organized and then reshuffled just to be jumbled by the muttering of words that caught enough velocity to break sound. I smirked and lurched forward. I took a tumble caught a rock and sled to a stop. The Mojave was hot, but it was about to get hotter. I took a runner’s stance and took a step forward. Faster than the speed of light I rocketed from my position into the stratosphere. I reached the stars and then the heavens in less then a millisecond. There I found the den of dead Gods and again I smirked.
“Freewill it is.”
I fell. I crashed through the troposphere and hit the tropics creating a mushroom cloud of rock and foliage as it after shocked my system to the current moment. I took off again. I had places to be and my thoughts were already there. I needed to catch up.