We're going back to the first line prompt today, so use the following as your opening sentence and then take it where you will:
This pursuit is destroying me.
Harvested a ridiculous amount of tomatoes for the restaurant this morning. I think I ended up with 23 pounds of heirlooms and 12 pounds of beefsteak - plus the bakery wanted 6 pounds of cherry tomatoes as well.
Tomorrow should be a relatively quiet day before we return to harvesting on Friday as we prepare for another market.
I am so behind on replying to comments. My apologies. I will get to them, eventually.
This pursuit is destroying me. The never-ending paranoia, a constant urge to look over my shoulder, at every new face that enters my vicinity. Nights filled with too-short snippets of sleep, always waking panicked in unfamiliar environs.
I don't know how much longer I can do this. Days, maybe. Weeks at the very most.
A safe haven, that's what I need. Somewhere I can stay, be at peace, rest a while. Get my feet under me again, breath back in my lungs. Recover.
I am beginning to fear, however, that such a place does not exist for men such as myself.