A Package Arrives pt 2 – Is It Safe?
Continued
The air of expectation in the pub was almost palpable – puctuated by random grumbles ‘geronwivit’ – as I mischeviously pretended to struggle to open the relatively non-descript envelope…
It was addressed to ‘Funk – Old Heatonian’, and had been pushed through the pub letterbox – presumably sometime earlier in the morning.
Given the nations heightened state of awareness of all things ‘terrorist’, I was of course reluctant to rush into anything, fearing retribution from any one of the, shall we say, unwitting contributors to our ongoing account of village life. So I sniffed the package all over, searching for the tell tale odour of marzipan or any unusual chemical smell.
I examined it minutely, looking for pinholes placed to allow an explosive compound to ‘breathe’.
I flexed it cautiously, hefting it to determine any unusual weight distribution which may betray the presence of batteries or timing mechanisms.
I fingered it delicately, searching in vain for the telltale sign of wires.
At last, finally satisfied that the parcel would do no harm, I slowly, and methodically, began to tear open the flap…
To be continued
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November 6, 2009
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