Then there was movement at the front door.
I hunched down as much as I could in the van so the woman wouldn’t see me. As she walked up the road and turned the corner I slowly, carefully exited the van.
I crossed the road, nervously, aware that at any time someone could notice me of the woman from the house could come back.
I launched myself over the garden wall and fell to the ground.
My heart was beating in anticipation of someone shouting out to me. I crawled slowly to the door. Once there I looked around once more to check my surroundings. The I lifted the letterbox slowly and quietly. Once my work was done, I slowly closed the letter box aware that any sound might disturb someone and make them come to the door.
I then jumped up and ran for my life, jumped into the van and drove off at speed away from the scene.
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