(1)
Where there is oppression, there is defiance."Lalalalalala, I believe I can fly- I believe I can soar, lalala…" Someone was singing or rather howling with a hoarse throat, remotely in the ruthless rain. It sounded like he was coming in the direction towards the building in a quite fast speed. As the "prisoners" were all tiptoeing on the porch in anxious expectation to know who the free man was, an unearthly view zoomed past their eyes. A young fellow in white T-shirt with red stripes and blue jeans was riding a female's electric motor single-handedly through the river of streets, squeezing the water on his way like wings on either side. Cellphone (must be water-proof) in his pocket was playing music loudly, the available left hand setting upright something on the board between his legs which spread apart for balance and emergent stops.
"He really could fly," some lad remarked jokingly.
"Probably he was crazy. Did it ever occur to him that what he was doing would kill him in a day like this? A slip will cost him life I bet." One girl continued.
"I will eat my hat if he gets no fever after all the frenzy." A corpulent middle-aged man murmured angrily.
Of all the comments, none was registered into his ears since their master was absorbed in the harmony among music, nature and self. Where the water narrowed, he deftly took out the cellphone, turned off the music, dialed a number, waited a little before finally said, "Hello, your yummy delivery has arrived; pick up ASAP please!" Then he put it back swiftly and sang the rest of the way. He was a deliveryman.
(2)
"What took you so long? Told you not to frolic in the rain. Look at you all soaked up! Why didn't you wear a raincoat?" The proprietress of the restaurant in her late forties met him at the porch, reeling out the words dyed in reproachful vehemence. The restaurantwas not a big, but favorite one among the neighborhood adjacent to Kongsong University, to the gate of which one needed to cover a four-hundred-meter avenue that turned right to meet the gate. "I couldn't find it Mrs. Sun,and the meals were getting cold, so…. Besides I loved rain; I just couldn't help it. You should've seen the water wings, so limpid and seraphic" Explained Longfellow, a stout healthy college dropout with a face round but bony, a nose high but not corky, and eyes large but penetrating.
"If not think about your health, think about the motor you were driving; if not either, and then think about your parents who are at the present moment worrying about you in the village. What would they think about a mischief like this? The motor was not yours, remember boy!" Mrs. Sun dragged him quickly inside. "Four deliveries to the Forth Student Apartment. Jin, you take these. Longfellow was a messy wet cat now." Mrs. Sun said to another deliveryman aside. "No, I'll take this. Now that I am drenched like hell, why don't I go for another ride?" Longfellow grabbed the package and off he went before Mrs. Sun had time to shout, "Raincoat, put it on, be careful, for Heaven's sake!" However, like any reckless decision men have ever made, its effect, positive or negative, on their lives is always beyond their wildest imagination.