Mark knew he had a duty, staring out into the cold winter dawn he picked up his duffel bag full of papers. He stepped out into the icy rain which instantly matted his hair down over his eyes. the sharp needles of rain pelted Mark as he started his normal run down the deserted and dark street. Gutters had water raging down them and drains were over flowing with musty water. Mark still ran hurling papers left and right into the gardens of his patrons. He stood at the side of the road waiting to venture to the other side. He could hear nothing neither see nothing so he took it as a sign that the road was clear. The chorus of rain battering down on the road left Mark unaware of the oncoming truck that was charging down the street upon which Mark was currently crossing. Casually he kept walking through the coat of rain, brushing it off like his soaked clothes were nothing. The driver of the truck was oblivious to Mark as the rain provided a cloak for pedestrians. Two eyes appeared in Marks vision, a burst of adrenaline hit him as he dived for the other side of the road, a shower of water and mud covered Mark as he lay on the curb unharmed by the behemoth of an automobile. His bag had ripped and the plastic covered papers lay strewn over the road and footpath. He slowly picked them up one by one arranging them in his ripped bag so they didn’t fall out.

He continued his route, except walking this time, shaking at the near obliteration he had a prior moment ago. He slowly tossed his papers one at a time. His elbow was bleeding but the numbing rain left it painless. He stopped for a second and pondered what just happened. He hastily dumped all his papers down a hill and started walking back home. It was still early morning and the sun was just coming up. The rain was down to a drizzle now so he could feel the ache of his elbow starting to pull on his attention. He was alive and he noticed how bad the job was he had, a little math equation left him understanding that he got payed 1/2 a cent for every house he delivered to. The rain had cleared up and the sun was grazing down upon mark, he was starting to shiver because his clothes were drenched in water. But still he made his way home slowly but steadily. He anticipated sitting down in front of the big open fire at his house with a warm cup of cocoa just sitting, not dodging trucks in the rain.