The mail box never had anything I wanted so I went onto the next home. Usually I picked up a few interesting pieces from No 6, it was a busy household. But no 4 only ever contained a thin airmail so I knew there wasn't any cash. Until last Sunday that is. Brown envelope, thick. Tore it open around the corner of the block, $2,000.

I never realised the significance of what I'd done, not that day, nor that week. But first week in February I knew I was in trouble. The house had been under surveillance. Not by the good guys, cops. It was only my military training that kept me alive. I had to leave town. Fast.

Mr Sam Jones, the householder from No 4 always looked so normal. Boring. Never knew he was part of an international blackmail gang.

I wasn't going to forget this Febuary in a hurry.

Decided it was time to go somewhere warmer, maybe keep out of trouble.

As I got into my car, I felt something at the back of my neck.................


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Anglea about 11 years ago

This story should be copyright - non derivations.

When I tried to add the correct copyright and genres in the box, the cursor would not work and the box disappeared. There doesn't seem to be the usual function for edits there used to be in the old format.

ganymeder about 11 years ago

That's why it never pays to peek at other people's mail; you never know if they're part of an international blackmail gang. :)

Anglea (joined about 12 years ago)

Six minute story is brilliant as a daily mental excercise to write on a variety of topics. It involves a lot of trial and error before I finish in the given time.

I am often surprised which of my stories receive the most views, often those I planned to delete.

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