this morning #2141.

this morning, in a blink of an eye, he’d snatched the package off the front porch & hustle-shuffled down the driveway. strapped the box to the back of his bike & pedaled away in a dawdling wobble. actually believed that nobody’d seen what he’d done. had no option but to assume this was the case. in a whisper, he repeated: “keep going. don’t look back.” when he got to the end of the street, he slowly turned left, careful that the box remained in place. the three pilfered deliveries from last week had been a complete bust. the size & weight of this one seemed promising though. no more than a minute later, a rumble rippled down the road followed by a revving engine & a car honk. he never got to see what was in the box.