“Shucks!” Roger cussed softly to himself as coffee sloshed over the rim of his mug. He was running late, and waiting for coffee to perk before he headed to the shop had made him even later. A brown stain now… Continue reading

Roger sighed, his shoulders slumping further. His moustache twitched irritably as his hand tightened on the old suitcase that held all that remained of his life. His cynical gaze followed the dilapidated outline of the old clock shop. ‘Second Hand… Continue reading