Copyright © 2012 by David Northrop
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The Reverend Tooley came out of the moss covered old Church that sits on the top of the hill above the village of Gander. It was Spring and one of those days that manages to be both sunny and cold thanks to a chilly breeze. Under his arm he was clutching a parcel that he balanced in the basket on the bicycle with some difficulty. He hated going to the Post Office, Mrs Scroggins who ran it was a nice enough lady. Famous for her short skirts and even shorter temper she was very efficient but the Reverend always seemed to end up queuing behind someone sending a parcel to Peru or the like whatever time of day he went.