Clair de Lune

Old man winter of nineteen forty-three was a geezer too miserly to pass, clinging to bitter life only to deny his poor relatives the joy of inheritance.

Mister Switzerland

If he were a shirt, he would have to be washed separately. His label would declare him a delicate garment to be protected from other shirts, unable to withstand the rough and tumble of the washing machine. He would require hand washing in tepid water, flat shaded drying and a cool iron, though it wouldn’t get the wrinkles out.