I heard a sound outside, so I turned on the front porch light, opened the front door, and got walloped in the face by a soggy newspaper. It was chucking it down.
That damn paperboy was so lazy, he threw the papers on his round at the doors rather than put them in the mail boxes at the end of the drive.
OK, I’ll give him his due that whatever the weather, he ensured the daily paper was delivered first thing, even if it meant a four o’clock start.
I’d given up complaining as it was threatened that deliveries would cease, but this was really the last straw and perhaps I should cancel my order.
Then I saw the culprit and couldn’t believe my eyes.
The ‘delivery boy’ was older than I was and just happened to be the owner of the newsagents. I watched in fascination at his rhythmic pedalling as without losing a beat, he took aim and thwack, the paper hit the door and landed on the mat ever single time.
Written for Fandango’s Story Starter 22d March
I heard a sound outside, so I turned on the front porch light, opened the front door, and…