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…
Monday, March 29, 2010
Labels: 100 words, Delivery, Drabble, Short story
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