Routine jog.

Do you ever get the feeling that someone could jump you during a routine jog.

Sometimes I feel like someone's waiting just a few feet away, hidden among the trees.

Tall and powerful with a camo jacket on stareing with killing intent.

Thinking about getting there hands around your throat as they drag you into the shrubbery to do the deed and leave you there.

You'll be found face down  rotten and covered in dry cum amount the twigs and leaves.

Maybe he will never be found?

Another victim of many over the years.Another toy.

Or Maybe it's the other way around?

In that moment,it's your choice.