THE SUIT A Online Story By Kate Rigby

THE SUIT He has become his suit. Few can resist the role the suit demands. You can become any set of clothes. Sometimes they are bigger than you. The weather is fine this morning but he takes his umbrella anyway, it's like a third leg as he strides past the post box. The small one in the wall where you post little white letters, like bills. Where girls write to their friends in frilly pink envelopes. Where doomed job applications get twisted and caught on the wire braces. He uses the stand-alone one on the corner of Dunster Avenue for his important mail. His A4 manilla env...Click Here To Read More