short story

He ran hard. His heart was in his brain. Pounding. Pounding endlessly. He glanced behind his shoulder. The other shadows had dissipated behind him. He looked ahead to the building in front of him. He stopped and so did the rest of the world. As he crossed the threshold a smile ran across his face. Though time had passed and people came and went, it still stood. And there, time stopped as the orange sky was forever captured in an image in peace.