Drabble #5
The Clock
“It does not work anymore.” he said, the man had come into his favorite watch and clock shop, it was at the end of an ally between the saint north bank and the south wall of the city, the store was made of red brick with white-cream mortar.
The man wore a white frilled shirt under a long coat, dark, an almost black crimson and an top hat of the same color, his long hair seemed ti be a stain on his back.
“I'll fix it immediately, would you like a drink while you wait?” said a man behind a desk, he pointed towards a boy on a sofa in a corner of the shop, the boy looked to be fifteen, he was chained to the floor by one foot so he could still lay comfortably, despite being chained, he waved seductively.
“He's spelled” The man in pitch-crimson said.
“Of course. Please enjoy yourself Count.”