Marathon

Abel sat in his lawn chair, watching the runners go by.

Every year, at the same time, he pulled a lawn chair out to the middle of the road. The marathoners had trained so long, and Abel liked an immersive experience.

So while the people went by, some professional, some just for the joy of running, Abel sat and let them choose – left or right. And he spread his caviar on his light crackers, and smiled at them, raising a glass of wine, though not high enough for them to try to take it.

Abel enjoyed the marathoners, though the marathoner always complained about him.

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