A/n: Right now, I’m experimenting with using Notes as a platform for microfiction. If you see this, please let me know what you think.

‘Pizza Delivery’ by Michael P. Marpaung

9:45 PM, it was dark outside. One final delivery before I can go home.

I took a medium-sized pepperoni pizza and went on my way.

I realized something was off when my GPS led me to a creepy forest, yet I drove on.

Soon, I reached a house in the middle of the woods.

Putting my fears aside, I rang the doorbell.

To my surprise, a tiny grey creature answered the door. I dumbly gave him the pizza.

In return, he handed me my tip: $15 in cash.

“We good?” he asked me.

“Yea, we good.”