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The Night (ly) Post

It was the end of the Night Shift; the moon was high overhead, the constellations particular in every detail (except those unseen by the eye) twinkled. The world was waiting. The coach pulled by twenty willing horses, stopped by the non existent gates, and the last members of the crew jumped out.

Inside the hut, the tiny demons were out, pulling faces at the workers, “Have you brought me anything?” one child squeaked impatiently, it always received an extra biscuit if it involved someone elses mail. Two if it involved money, and if it was extremely private, three.

“Yes,” said the worked out man, pulling out an envelope, “He still hasn't worked it out! So whatever he sent her, we got! Like Christmas this is!”

The demon sucked in it's smile, honked through it's nose, and ran inside excitedly, he dreamed all nights of biscuits, and the hut was cold as ice, perhaps they'd let him stay inside, on the floor again.
“I got it!” he yelled speeding down the corridor, his feet flying and scudding off the walls.
“It's still asleep so it's all ours! It's fair! We won!”

Inside the room the door opened, “Yes,” the voice intoned, “Give it to me!”
He handed it over and waited, jumping from foot to foot in excitement. “Is it worth anything?”
“Just wait a mnute,” the nasil voice replied, and a sound of paper being extracted and unfolded and read from happly. The forbidden fruit - someone's else's letter. Given to a trusted person, and handed on to someone wicked. He was under control.

“Now,” said a woman's voice vibrantly, “Have we got who she is?”
“Maybe,” the voice intoned again, “Let me read it through, she can't have it, anyway. He'd not sleep if he thought we did this to her.” He laughed, knowing that the control for the moment was his. “It's not as if he cares enough to check it through, especially since he's been told he cannot marry her. After all your reports my love.”

The sounds of laughter, “Rib-tickling funny isn't it?” he said after a while. “Poor lug thinks he's helping her. Thinks he's the boss! Thinks they're grateful for their jobs!”

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“Alien family seen on beach in Norfolk!” (newspaper)

Leggings was quite shocked at the idea. She hadn't ever considered aliens living on earth. However in a way it was quite right, why on earth shouldn't they?

“Have you seen that?” she said to Phyliss as she cut out the pattern.
“Keep your mind on your cutting,” pointed out Phyliss calmly. “Otherwise the dress won't hang right.”
Leggings decided to wait until coffee time, and tried to concentrate on the cutting. It was the first time she'd been allowed the use of scissors.
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Ten minutes later, Kitty ran in, all windblown, “Terrible day!” she enthsed, tossing her umbrelly into the hatstand. “I hope you don't mind,” she said to Phyliss, “I tried for a part time job at another dress shop, to make up my hours a bit.”
“No, not a bit,” replied Phyliss, “As long as you work here too!”
Kitty opened her eyes wide, “I hope I have a chance, although....”
“Although?” I queried, half hung up about putting the scissors down.

“This girl came rushing into the food hall backed by two men as I was leaving. She was saying strangely horrible things, about making sure I never got a job. She'd been out to fix things. She was horrible!”
“Who was it?” queried Phyliss seriously.
“Blonde, hard faced, sounds like the one with the teeth. Two men dressed in black, as if pulled by strings. Does she have two husbands?”
Phyliss started to laugh, “I wonder if she's a domintrex?”
Leggings giggled, “There's a family who try to marry people off, who don't want to be together. A control exercise. Always two men, because of the woman shortage... It's best to keep away if possible. If you want to be with someone they can use, they do their best to break you up.”

“So what did you do?” Phyliss said picking up my firat cut out bit and scrutinnizing it. She looked old when she wrinkled up her face like an old prune.
“I didn't do anything,” Kitty said, “Hardly had time to react, she went racing back to the back of the shop. I went for a meal.”

“Mo's?” I said, we knew her habbits. She always did a bit of shopping, nearly always the same bits and always had something before going home.

“Yes, but it was weird, I was just going to choose, when a young boy, with dark hair, said to his Mum ahead of me in the queue that she ought to have a go at me for pinching her poetry. I was like what!”

“I thought you'd got the poem pinching about sorted out?” Phyliss said, “Not knowing I mean, in the magazine.”
“I wrote them a letter about it, pointed it out, because last august/september time, they put 'facially' out as a feature poem, on a full page with a lovely background under someone else's name. That hurt.”
“Did they reply?”
“Not yet!”

The woman glared at me, she looked weird. She had the same hair as her son, spiky, and her face reminded me of 'the scream' picture.”
“I wonder if someone's torturing her. Saying you're pinching her poems. Like they did to you?”
“Possilbly. Pour girl if...”
“I was wicked then,” she continued grimly, “Because when I left, I was singing,

Who is it pinching poetry/
Not I, not I....
and in my head.... and if I catch the silly b...........
then she'll surely........”

Which made the store people laugh. Eventually as I wandered round the store, happily choosing a few things, I overheard it said, that she started it. Really we should have talked it out!”

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“yeah,” said Phyllis softly, “Easy after the event.”

“These aliens?” I said, “Do you think they exist?”
“Nah, I bet they are just people with difference,” replied Phyliss, “Leave them alone.