Time Is Broken Page 2
by Samuel Clark
Everything would be okay in the morning, it would all work itself out, it was just a series of coincidental mistakes, he told himself as his mind drifted away. A flash of memory emerged as he comforted himself, it came unbidden, from nowhere, his real name.
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The glass on the face of Jan Jansson's watch is cracked and broken, he peers at the hands with his tired watery eyes. It was definitely morning that much is obvious, the air is clean and fresh, apart from the stench of rotting food and rubbish in the nearby industrial waste-bins.
