Stirling Martin

Express Delivery

Logan wiped the excess lubricant from the chain on his single speed bicycle. The chain and cassette were in premium condition while the frame of the bike, dripping from the fresh London rain, showed wear from the thousands of miles it had labored as a messenger bike. Daily since dropping out of University at his hometown of Edinburgh, he labored 10 hours a day delivering parcels and envelopes. Logan looked at his phone for the address of his next delivery. 'Knightsbridge Flats, I can cut through Hyde Park' he said to himself. The parcel for delivery was a thick padded envelope, tan as desert sand, with a string looped in a figure eight sealing it shut. The only writing on the package was the name "Mr. Stevens.” He threw the parcel into his haversack, threw it over his shoulders and was off.