Edwards had persuaded one of his friends to indulge him in his illogical fetish for the postal service. Packaged up in a sturdy box, surrounded by bubble-wrap and with strategically placed holes for ventilation, he had taken similar journeys before, being sent around the country and emerging at his location a couple of days later.
But Edwards' current postal journey, from Halifax to Taunton with a trusted courier company, went drastically wrong: intercepted by the police, believing it to be a suspicious package, the bomb disposal squad were called in.
Suffice to say, Edwards' fetish was cut messily short.
Bryan Thomas almost 10 years ago
Apparently people have actually done this! Nice drabble, Peter!
Ricky Moore almost 10 years ago
Loved this one Peter!
Horrorshow almost 10 years ago
Don't you just *hate* it when your sexual fetishes catch up with you? Poor Edwards!