“Bath, who needs a bath!” He would shake his head and spray everyone with the oil scented raindrops from his wet locks. Like a cheerful puppy.
His mates in the truck would recoil from him and his infectious good humor, especially when they shivered after being drenched in an untimely late winter shower.
He was a milk delivery man.
Every morning, sharp at 0545 hrs, while the sky was still slumbering, and the trees silent, he would sprint across the colonies, his crate in hand, reading name slips by the torchlight, dropping the days’ quota of the armyman’s manna, ration bread and milk into polythene bags with yawning mouths, waiting for him at closed doors.
An unlikely Santa Claus , he was.
His mates in the truck would recoil from him and his infectious good humor, especially when they shivered after being drenched in an untimely late winter shower.
He was a milk delivery man.
Every morning, sharp at 0545 hrs, while the sky was still slumbering, and the trees silent, he would sprint across the colonies, his crate in hand, reading name slips by the torchlight, dropping the days’ quota of the armyman’s manna, ration bread and milk into polythene bags with yawning mouths, waiting for him at closed doors.
An unlikely Santa Claus , he was.
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