My Humorous Stories
My Arthur was like that. Decent. A bit too decent, sometimes. But as I said, he wasn’t a well man.
Being only ten, David had never seen a real alien before and didn’t know what to expect.
He was forty-two years old, without a job, and a hairline that wasn't so much receding as in full retreat. The light at the end of the tunnel had long since been extinguished.