Moving Trucks: A Fictional Narrative

The moving truck was supposed to arrive at ten o’clock, but here Richard was, sitting on his curb, head resting on his hands, two hours later. Richard checked his watch again and sighed. Marie was probably sitting on the steps of his new house by now, waiting for him to get there and-
Richard’s phone beeped in his back pocket. He took it out and found a text from Marie.
“Sorry Rich I can’t make it I’ll help you move in later. G2G”
Richard sighed again. I guess she wasn’t waiting at the steps of his new house by now. His new house was sitting all alone on it’s quiet little block, wondering why it’s new owner didn’t come by at the time he was supposed to.
Richard checked his watch again.
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The moving truck had arrived at two o’clock, with