Delivery

I tried to tell her she misunderstood what it is I do, but she wouldn’t listen.

She was busy screaming.

I tried to get her to my car, but she wouldn’t budge. I tried to call an ambulence but when I grabbed for the phone she’d grip my arm like a vice.

It wasn’t fair, I’d only wanted to bring her pizza.

Still, I did what I could.

And it turned out to be enough.

Cradling her child in my arms, I looked back on the experience and smiled.

I guess I was that kind of delivery man after all…