Can't Be Late by Dwayne Hicks
	A man rushes down the street. He glances at his watch. 11:09 am. He quickens his pace along the pavement, trying to avoid other pedestrians. "So, do you have children?" "Yes, two. A boy, 5 and a girl, 7" He glances again at the file folder clutched under his arm. An address is scrawled on the front of the folder: Corner of Baker and Adams Street. 11:15 am. He thinks to himself, "I mustn't be late for this interview." "Do you think they'll miss you?" "Probably..." The traffic lights ahead turn red. The man stops at the cross walk. He impatiently glances at his watch again. 11:11 am. "Dammit" he thinks. "Only four minutes to go." He crosses the road, and turns left onto Baker Street. He quickly refers to his map, which is neatly stuffed in his pocket. Adams Street is at the far end of the block. "I'll make it." He thinks to himself. "What would you say was the greatest achievement in your life?" "Probably learning Spanish. I love Spain, went there as a child with my parents. I started to learn the language when I was 32, in order to return there and have a decent conversation with the people." The building he needed to get to was on the opposite corner of Adams Street. Without looking, he stepped off the pavement, looking at his watch again. He failed to see the bus that was coming the other way. The bus driver tried to swerve, but he was going to fast. The bus struck him, and the man flew to the other side of the road. He looked up at the side of the building as he lay there dying and noticed the clock on the side of the building, which said 11:15. As he lay there, he saw the street signs.. "Corner of Baker and Adams Street." He passed away to the sounds of police and ambulance sirens growing louder in the distance... "Do you do much here for entertainment?" he asked the person interviewing him. "Entertainment?" the angel sniggered. "We don't even get the papers..."