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~~~  THE PACKAGE  ~~~    … a short story

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She opened the door to pick the package. It was not there. This was surprising. In the past so many years, Warren had never missed a delivery, or even been late.

Nicole rarely met Warren or talked to him. He came without a sound, dropped the package and left. Nicole always found it at the proper place, when she checked. Today things were different. As she went inside and closed the door, Nicole wondered if something was wrong.

She knew that Uncle Greg would want his dose of ‘camellia assamica’ very soon – he was an addict. If Greg did not get it on time, he would start getting agitated.

Every two minutes, Nicole peeked through the curtains to see if Warren had come. After aproximately ten more minutes, she heaved a sigh of relief as she saw Warren’s vehicle turn round the far end of the street. As soon as Warren had done the delivery & left, she collected the package.

She was glad that her Uncle had not yet woken up and not noticed the delay.
Nicole hurried to the kitchen with the two bottles, and put the kettle on the stove.

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