My arms chugged back and forth, back and forth on the elliptical as sweat trickled down my face. A girl in front of me on the treadmill wore knee-length grey spandex pants and a corral-colored tee. Her hair was pulled up tight with a lime green scrunchie. Her pony tail bounced up and down as she walked. I was watching something violent on the TV, as … Continue reading An Imaginary Gunman