A Jog in the Park

By now, my dad knows I’m missing.

I don’t know where I am.  I’m lying in sand.  I was running, running through a park.  Someone came up behind me — I thought it was another runner — and then a sharp pain, on the back of my head.  Blackness, shot through with stars, then a binding over my wrists.  Something over my mouth next.

Pain.  A lot of pain.

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