I am no saint.........Part 1: The Package

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its a short story...still working on it to make it good but here it is.... I am no saint. My mother is a saint, My father is a saint, my sister is too. But me, I am no saint. January 23, 1938 The station master checked his watch, it was getting late, but then these things never happen on time do they? Actually these things were really beginning to play upon his frayed nerves. Already he wished he was safe at home, under the cover of his blankets, next to his wife. Indeed he was fortunate that life had blessed him with a decent paying job, a loving family, and no visible handicap. But he was handicapped, forced to serve a distant foreign monarch. The thought seemed to steel him, and he gulped down his fears. No, they had already sacrificed so much for the country, he could not back down now, and let their efforts fruition to nothing. He checked his watch again, and when he looked up, he saw a man approaching. The man called out to him, and the station master walked up to the man. Take this package, the man said, He will come for it. When? the staion master asked. Soon, came the reply, you need not worry, they will not find you. Now go, quickly. I have some unfinished buisness, and the guards approach. The station master hurried off, not daring to look back. Indeed he had some guesses to this buissness...none of which was good. It seemed every where this man appeared, some grizzly incident was in the newspaper the next day. The station master would not look back till he reached home. If he reached home, he thought wryly, Best to leave the freeing of the nation to younger, bolder blood. No more dangerous things for him. But he would honor this, the last promise he had made, to a man greater than he. He reached home and hid the package in the secret compartment in the beareau. Heart still thumping, he crept into bed, and settled into an uneasy sleep.