The Stained Man – a short story

It’s a solemn morning for the man who is busy pouring his coffee down the drain. He is mad, for all he can see is the stain, the stain on his white shirt which, in his mind, represents his life. He mutters to himself as he watches the rain trickle down the window pane; “I’mContinue reading “The Stained Man – a short story”