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Courier

I saw him from our top floor window. I thought at first that he was delivering a pizza or something but after watching for some minutes he didn’t come out of the building. He looked so world weary as he humped his bike and back pannier up the stairs. He clearly lives in one of the flats over there. Poor love. What a job. I hope has other things that promise joy.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.