The Sorter
It was a rat.
At least, Penny thought it was.
A small shadow dropped out of the letterbox onto the doormat, then scuttled across the floor of the post office, trailing a thin, worm-like tail. Penny froze where she sat on the window sill, her skin prickling. Through a crack in the curtains, she followed its path along the edge of the darkened room. It darted behind a wastepaper basket.
Must be looking for food, Penny thought, hoping that once it found only old paper and envelopes in the bin it would leave. But a second later it re-emerged and scurried under the ledge where customers filled in forms. From there it moved in quick jerks, getting closer and closer to the long wooden serving counter. It crouched at the bottom, almost like a little customer itself, and for a moment Penny smiled. en she jumped as the shadow leaped on top of the counter.
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