6:30 a.m. — The monotone sound of Amazing Grace jarred him out of yet another restless sleep. He grabbed the phone and sighed heavily when he saw the caller ID. It was six-thirty. The call always came at six-thirty.
He read the incoming text: “Delivery, 942 Lakehurst Drive, 8:37.”
He replied, “Got it.”
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Excerpt from The Runner: A Short Story by Candy C Knight. Copyright © 2017 by Candy Knight. All rights reserved.
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