A BELL RUNG

He thought greatly of himself. His phrases and finger pointing attempted to fill the nothingness beneath his shirt.  He was respective of others as long as they listened to him.  His neckties were bright and his eyes fired from a burn on his tongue.  Business was his business but no one knew what business. The … More A BELL RUNG

TOP LEFT POCKET

He was well suited. A tie with statement. A suit bragging of lines with color and Strong solid shoes, tied tightly and well shined.   In the top left pocket of his suit jacket was a blue satin handkerchief, tightly folded with one point turned up like the ear of an animal listening for its … More TOP LEFT POCKET