“I’m going to Marathon.”
She exhaled. Mark never respected proper spelling and punctuation. And now, he wanted to run a marathon with the upper body strength of a rat. She snorted, cast her phone aside, and picked up her fork again. He wasn’t worth her time or her appetite.
Back in high school, Mark had taken up cross-country biking with zero practice. His parents were too rich to douse his sudden flashes of passion. This time, he had taken it too far.
“Sure.” she texted back. “Hope you can run 42 kilometres.”
He replied: “:) I’m going to Marathon, the Greek city.”
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