[ WP ] Every morning she puts on her sweats , laces her shoes , downs some coffee , and goes running with a dead man .

Fadi had developed a predictable and stable morning pattern- partially for her comfort, and partially for those around her. First, she'd enjoy a cup of coffee in her sweats. Then she'd lace up her running shoes and start off on her morning run. 
 
 Then it was off for more examinations, more scans, and more questions. Because that's what happens when your jogging buddy and constant companion is a skeleton. It had been about five years since A Pos had joined Fadi, and for the last two she and her guardian had been bouncing around institutions around the world. On the plus side, at least she was n't in that hellhole anymore and was getting a rather interesting education. 
 
 Running, though. That always cleared her mind. At least it usually did when A Pos was n't intentionally antagonizing protesters picketing her jogging route. There were all the usual signs covering the usual things. Devil child, thou shall not suffer a witch to live. Intermixed with them was a taller sign. `` Thou shall not suffer a sandwich to go uneaten!'' Fadi's budding laugh turned to a sigh as someone screamed, realizing the hellspawn itself was standing amongst them. 
 
 `` You should n't do that.'' Fadi tried to chastise her minion. 
 
 `` You summoned me and compelled me to keep you safe. I get to do whatever I want outside of that compulsion.'' A Pos retorted, bones click-clacking as he easily kept pace. 
 
 `` You're gon na be the death of me, you bag of bones!'' 
 
 `` We all have to die sometime.'' If A Pos could grin, he would have, [ `` Unless some witch starts crying in a field. I hear that changes things. `` ] ( https: //www.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/52r5qh/wp_trembling_you_claw_your_way_out_of_the_ground/d7n2dlw )
