The Run
by running light
Copyright© 2025 by running light
“Damn, it’s cold,” I said, as I shivered, feeling the cold seep through my my clothing.
It was a chilly December evening, and there was light dusting of snow in the air.
Anne said, “Oh, don’t be such a wimp. After all, you’re going to take off your clothes and run around the quad.”
“No, way. Not in this weather.”
“What you worried about? Worried about a frost bite of your wee-wee? Scared that it might freeze and break off? Besides, you’re not going to disappoint me, are you? I was looking forward to seeing the nude you. If you won’t strip, then I won’t, and you won’t see the nude me. That must be worth something. Huh?”
A tall skinny guy, wearing only a tricorn hat and sneakers stepped onto a box in front of statue of the college’s founding father. He formally unrolled a scroll, and shouted in a pompous voice, “Hear ye! Hear ye! I proclaim the Thirty-seventh Biannual Pre-finals Naked Campus Run! I command you! Now, all strip! And run!” Then, in a stage whisper, “Before I freeze my balls off.”
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