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A modern delivery
I ride my moped into the suburban street it’s almost midnight.
I hear a neighbours baby scream, I rev the engine and a dog starts barking.
I park on your drive and ring the door bell, you were in the shower I hear you shout out so it takes a while, you arrive dripping wet and with a towel.
You are surprised to have a visitor this late at night and scowl through the peephole You see a stranger, a smiling man with half a dozen red roses in his left hand, I wear the uniform of a well-known delivery company and around my neck hangs a forged ID.
You open the door far from polite, no hello, no thank you or response when I ask you to sign. You sign the paper but keep the pen, giggling at the card which says “a special gift to a dear old friend.” You smell the flowers and whisper the scent is pleasant, you slam the door in my face, I open the letterbox and state “wait Ms There is one more present.”
I produce an open bottle without a label from my side it does not contain perfume or even wine. It contains acid and I throw it in your face, you clutch your skin and scream. I quickly flee the scene revving my moped as I leave, a modern delivery.
Copyright SimpleTon 2017
I hear a neighbours baby scream, I rev the engine and a dog starts barking.
I park on your drive and ring the door bell, you were in the shower I hear you shout out so it takes a while, you arrive dripping wet and with a towel.
You are surprised to have a visitor this late at night and scowl through the peephole You see a stranger, a smiling man with half a dozen red roses in his left hand, I wear the uniform of a well-known delivery company and around my neck hangs a forged ID.
You open the door far from polite, no hello, no thank you or response when I ask you to sign. You sign the paper but keep the pen, giggling at the card which says “a special gift to a dear old friend.” You smell the flowers and whisper the scent is pleasant, you slam the door in my face, I open the letterbox and state “wait Ms There is one more present.”
I produce an open bottle without a label from my side it does not contain perfume or even wine. It contains acid and I throw it in your face, you clutch your skin and scream. I quickly flee the scene revving my moped as I leave, a modern delivery.
Copyright SimpleTon 2017
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