Water Under a Bridge (PMvii
The crisis began early in the
morning,
whispers began as soon as
he arrived.
He heard someone had been caught
throwing mail off a bridge,
in broad daylight,
they had parked a company
truck on a busy bridge,
and proceeded to toss three bags
of mail into the Dniester River.
They received a total of ten
phone calls,
all with the truck's number
and most had vague descriptions of the
culprit.
The mail had been recovered and
brought back to the station,
the bags had been emptied
and the letter were stacked near
a heater,
apparently to dry off.
He got close to it and he
could really smell it.
Dead fish, sea weed and just a
plain dirty river aroma
wafted from the pile.
He looked at all the mail and
wondered what the people would
say when they had it delivered
to them.
It would still be wet and it
would certainly still smell.
He smiled to himself and wondered
if the guy thought he was going to get
away with it,
or was it just an act of sheer
desperation to quickly rid himself
of the last of the day's delivery.
What was going through his head as
he was doing it and what was he
thinking now?
How did they get the mail out of the
river?
Did they have special boats they used
for such a purpose?
He questioned everyone that morning
but found out more information.
The next day he found out the guy
had been given two weeks sick
leave to see his doctor and get
some help.
Two weeks later....... he was back,
delivering mail.
MCC
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