Once a month I post a micro story (a story that is 1,000 words or less). Enjoy!
It’s old, it’s dirty. But it’s all we’ve got. Can’t really afford to be picky, given the circumstances. I throw the money on the table and we run to the truck. Why’d I even do that? Principles don’t matter anymore…Well, I suppose I could die a principled person. Of course the truck takes forever to start up, but it finally does and we’re on the road. Matteo looks back and sees that my principles cut into our time and they’ve caught up. We’re not turning back to save that guy: my principles have cost us enough. My feet laying it into the gas is the light switch that puts me in full survival mode.