FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: #50

snowy-road

Image : Postmans December Pexels 2019

He’d done it so many times, and this year for some reason it was harder than ever.

The cold seemed to wrap around him, as insulated as he was he felt it inching through his thick jacket, his legs were ached despite wearing extra leggings, and all he could think about was getting home and the fire.

But his job was still a few hours away from completion, and he had never in all his years not finished a delivery.

Along the road, through the pine plantation, there were five properties each expectant of his arrival.

The cabin of his vehicle was warm, but as his was a stop and start job the warmth deserted him the moment he stopped.

Outside Bert Higgins place he took a large envelope and made his way down Bert’s dodgy driveway.

Bert always met him at the door and would say: “Cold ain’t it? Freeze the walls of a bark humpy don’t you think?”

He would agree with Bert, bid him farewell and trudge back to his vehicle and head off to the Parson’s hoping they remembered to tie up their vicious dogs.

 

Written for: https://flashfictionforthepracticalpractitioner.wordpress.com/2019/12/11/flash-fiction-for-the-purposeful-practitioner-50/

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10 Responses to FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: #50

  1. Sadje says:

    Good one. The job of the postman of a tough one.

  2. rugby843 says:

    Great story! Not a job to be taken lightly.

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  3. We appreciate our postie who had an assistant last year that we called Santa’s Little Helper, which has stuck and they now do the round together. Always a smile, out in all weathers, and always a biscuit for the dogs!

  4. Lyn says:

    Now that’s a good postman! The poor postie gets a bad rap sometimes. My daughter and her family moved into a new house just last Sunday – it’s a new estate in North Richmond (they are owner-builders) and you can’t even Google the address so some of the tradies who are still working on the finishing details can’t find it and have to phone and be given step by step directions. Yesterday, there was a knock at the door it was the new postman for the area. He hand delivered the mail (a Christmas card) and said, “Hi, just wanted to welcome you to the area. I always like to hand deliver people’s first piece of mail right to the door.” That guy will go far 😀

  5. rogershipp says:

    Well done. My dad was a postman… and the stories he told…. Enjoyed the read. Thank’s for participating!

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