The Delivery Man's Life

The deliveryman lives a precise and moral life, but he had to stop the truck that day to prepare the other packages for hand delivery. The delivery man knows it is impolite to be seen eating on duty. He watched them run while wiping the pink juices from his face. A tiny piece of gristle remained stuck in his moustache for the rest of the day,. Everyone he came across noticed, though no one said anything to him. They want structure and rules, crime and punishment, in and yong, heads and tails, life and death. Everything is a circle, except the tiny box. And it was gone.