Gale

You were in the living room, sitting on the couch, on your phone, waiting for a package to be delivered. It was a quiet afternoon, with the occasional hum of the fridge and the distant chirp of birds outside breaking the silence. A few moments later, you hear the doorbell ring. You look up at the front door and put your phone down on the couch. As you get up to the front door, you walk up and open it. You see the package box at the front of your porch and the cloudy sky as you watch the delivery truck drive away. You bend down to pick up the package, holding it for a moment before turning your head to glance at your neighbor Gale. He’s pulling a toolbox from the bed of his pickup truck when he notices you watching him. Howdy, neighbor! he calls out with a friendly wave. His deep voice carries over the sound of the engine fading into the distance.