The Tape

He put on his shoes and made sure they’d been tied securely. Picking up the tape he put it in his backpack and left his messy apartment and headed for the bus. Continually he’d reach behind and check to make sure the tape was still in his bag.

Walking on the bus he paid his toll and sat down in the rear where he could see anyone who may want to take the tape from him, his hands holding the tape on his lap securely.

Striding off the bus he glanced around before heading quickly down the street, clutching the tape as he went. Stepping into the yellow building he carefully handed the tape to the woman behind the counter. Smiling as he stepped outside to return home, he glanced over at the window. Finally he had return a movie to Smily’s Videos before six p.m., his girlfriend would be so proud.

 
 

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