Joe got down from the train. He knew he had very little time. He started to run, making his way through the crowd with great agile. He climbed three steps at a time, he had no time to walk, staring at the strange faces. He got out of the station, picked up his pace; he knew he has only few minutes. His heart pounding fast, adrenalin rushing to his head, he ran, ran like the wind.
He was running on the sidewalk like a mad man chased by an ogre craving for blood. He pushed himself to run faster, he has to make it in time. Just around the corner was the coffee shop which was almost like his second home. He spent most of his time from office here. This is where he met Rachel. He had a date tonight. He saw her through the window. She caught sight of him. Joe slowed down.
A woman with a baby carriage was moving across him. She was totally fixed on the baby and wasn’t aware of the speeding Joe-truck. Joe calculated his steps. When he was close to carriage, he sprang like a wild cat. He cleared the carriage clean. Rachel was startled she stood up and waved at him. Joe took no notice of her. He started picking up his pace again. He ran with every ounce of energy left in his body.
Joe got to his house. He threw the doors open. Within seconds a beastly holler so sickening was heard. Then aaaaaughhh….. A humongous sigh of relief….
This guy gave me the idea...