The cold man
He did not want wrinkles in the suit when he went to the funerals. He liked the stones, all the ones he found, he took them home. He did not talk about anything that did not appear in the newspaper. Everything he could think of with closed eyes found him stupid. He would have liked to know when the world was going to end exactly because hope seemed childish to him.
©I.D.S. & L.R.G.L.