Night Came
Mr. Brentford stood as he lit the candle gently and placed it inside the lantern. Night had just come, and the other lantern that had been turned on wasn't providing the best light he needed for reading his newspaper.
His face was calm, he couldn't wait to read today's paper. It had come with free bread, surprisingly which he had dropped and left behind when he was about to go to work after meeting a man. The newspaper was still folded neatly, showing that it hadn't been opened since morning. He didn't even know its contents yet.
"Oh my, my," he muttered after a yawn—something he usually said after yawning.
He sat down on the sofa, his face calm. He moved slowly, opening the wrapper of the bread while sipping his tea calmly before taking a bite. His face remained neutral and calm as he picked up the newspaper and began unwrapping it gently.
