Seven Sentence Story

His heart began to race when the doorbell rang; he wasn’t ready for this.

“I’m coming!” he shouted through his toothpaste, hoping it would buy him a moment or two more.  With a quick rinse and spit, he tapped the toothbrush on the edge of the sink and dropped it into the holder.   A crumpled paper towel nearby was perfect for the swift wipe of the sink to complete the bathroom.  He ducked into the bedroom to grab his shirt and pull it on over his head.  Rushing to the door, he passed the table in the kitchen, where he paused briefly to straighten the messy pile of receipts and paid bills into something that at least appeared tidy.

With a last breath to steady himself, he walked over and opened the door.