This bottle of water is plenty enough, thank you very much.

A few pounds thrown in the direction of a hot beverage and a delectably rich sandwich would hardly break the bank but that was not the point. Where would it end? Cinema tickets? Theatre? Opera? Sporting extravaganzas? Dining out? Purchasing top of the range products at the supermarket?

BLUE SKY BY DAVE EARLY 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 16

It had been a long and lifeless winter, day after day of charcoal rubbed skies and slippery pavements. As with everybody else, Wendell Warwick found these bleak wet mornings, noons, and nights terribly dreary and bothersome in regard to their solemn ugliness.

However, it cannot be said without a hint of falsehood that Wendell Warwick despised the popularly self-imposed limitations afforded by such weather. Indeed, the option of avoiding the desolate outside world was a conscious one for most folk—aside from those he witnessed from his fourth-floor window, hurrying to and from their places of employment in clothing rich, warm, and stylish. For Wendell Wa…