1/3
Taylor slammed the door open in an all out sprint. He glanced at his watch - It was 30 minutes past the hour. Too late to reason, too late to find an excuse. Sweat began to run down his forehead.
He made the call, then quickly hung up. Typed a message, but deleted it before sending…
2/3
As he stepped out onto the street, he was struck by a bicyclist and nearly dropped all he was carrying. It was now 40 minutes past, he had to run. Run faster than he had ever run before…
3/3
He knocked on the door. Exhausted, sweaty, and out of breath, Taylor handed me my DoorDash order. I didn’t tip him, but I did say thank you. ~Fin #microstory
Matt Shilling