down beside him. He was asleep now so he’d find it when he woke up.

Chuck, the town’s token bum. He was usually here. I called him Chuck because, with that beard, he looked like Chuck Norris. He must have picked this spot to enjoy the view into the shop. The mannequins were very realistic looking, almost glamourous, probably more real than half of the people around here too.

This shop was almost a monument to past times, it closed down some time ago but never really emptied its window displays.

It had the appearance of rotting though, even the concrete, like chuck… its symbolic last customer.

From what I heard about him he was a farmer before he ended up here.