Clive
A short story
Published in
6 min readFeb 4, 2024
It was one of those long summer afternoons that felt oddly like a morning in spring.
Clive sat at the kitchen table similar to how he sat at other tables. He was nothing if not consistent and completely unoriginal in how he sat at tables.
The clock on the wall ticked the minutes away with a significant amount of disdain and Clive sat waiting partially regretting not spending…
