Fast

The sounds of conversations bounced around the walls. The last rays of sunlight came through glass ceiling as the afternoon was on the cusp of becoming evening. The stores were closing. The soles of my shoes were skimming across the marble floors like a rock upon water. Fast. I had to go fast. I ran, across the atrium from the north to the southside. Kentucky Fried Chicken. The last pieces of sweet finger licking chicken had almost vanished. I had made it just in time. "Hey, uhm, can I please grab a regular Zinger Box with Pepsi please". And the rest was history.

Author's Note

fast

Reviews

[Relic]

When I was young we used to go all the time. I used to eat them with a bun and a big cup of an orange drink.

[KurtxCocaine]

This was a fast read. Hard too keep up too. Luckily I had some sunglasses right next to me to put on. Good read, I enjoyed it muchly.