Like Breathing for the First Time: Micro Fiction
He spread his arms and let the misty morning air flood his lungs. The delightful flow of life streamed in through his nostrils, slowly, methodically. He liked the scent of dew almost as much as he savored the taste of it.
His eyes eased open, teased into submission by the warmth of the early morning sun. He’d missed this. Several months, locked away in plaster and pins had robbed him of what he desired most and had yet taken for granted.
But no longer.
He rotated his ankle one last time before blowing the air out from his nose in a forceful gust as if he were a bull ready to charge. He was. Taking charge of his life again.
He fisted his hands and smiled as the familiar gate of his jog eased into a steady pace. He was running again and it felt like breathing for the first time.
*5 Minute Freewrite/Stream of conscious writing