Post #1700219

#Microfiction I opened the door to a delivery guy, soaked through to the skin, looking as miserable as it gets. The rain was running down his face in rivulets. I looked up at the sky. Blue, no clouds. "Dude," he wailed, what the fuck?" "Let me guess," I said, taking a box from him (it was bone dry), "last time you came you dumped a package in the shrubbery and ran for it? Should have read the sign." "I don't see no dog." "Should. Have. Read. The. Sign." I watched him tramp miserably back up the path, a tiny cloud dumping an unfeasable amount of water on him and just him until he stepped out of my front gate, at which point it evaporated. He peered at the sign. "Beware Of The God?"