This was written for Microcosms 69 using the prompt of character: Postman/mailman; place: castle; genre: romance.
‘A new van?’ Marge walked round her son, Herbies’ shiny new vehicle. It was very red and full of fancy equipment.
‘Management have been pushing for this, ever since they won the contract for exclusive rights to all deliveries. The kit’s part of it.’ Herbie couldn’t hide his pride.
Marge sounded nervous. ‘Are they training you to use this?’
‘Muuuum. Perlease. It’s just buttons and stuff.’
‘What are you delivering then?’
Herbie eased the van slowly up the track towards the Castle. To some it was just a three-bedroomed semi with castellations, but Herbie thought it impressive. And this was his first ‘new’ delivery; a good place to start.
Dranta Parsons waddled to the door, regretting for the umpteenth time her lack of help. She held her distended tummy in her right hand as she opened the door.
Herbie smiled at her bump. ‘Delivery for you.’ He wheeled forward a trolley box with a plastic cover and a series pipes and cables attached to it.
Dranta squinted at the trolley. ‘What’s that? It looks like… an incubator.’
Herbie glanced at his handheld device. ‘That’s right, madam. I’ll bring the rest in shortly.’
He met her astonished stare. ‘But I don’t need that yet. I’m not due.’
Herbie’s gaze didn’t waver. ‘I think that’ll change in… five… four…’
As Herbie said ‘one’ she griped her sides. ‘Geez,’ she hissed. ‘How did you know?’
‘These days we have to be precise about when we make our deliveries madam. You can’t just say between 9 and 5!”
Herbie mopped Dranta’s brow. She was beautiful.
Dranta studied Herbies comfortable hands. He was the first man who she had ever trusted, ever felt comfortable with. ‘You’re quite something, Herbie. Do you deliver everything?’
‘How about delivering me from this life next?’