Saturday's Storyteller: "Every time Clarence looked in the mirror, his reflection was smoking a cigarette."
by Belinda Roddie Every time Clarence looked in the mirror, his reflection was smoking a cigarette. When he looked at his reflection in the lake, he was wearing a fedora and trench coat. So he took it upon himself, personally, to buy a fedora and trench coat from the thrift and start a heavy nicotine habit. By the time he turned twenty-eight, his reflection's hairline was starting to recede. This was not a trait he wished to copy, so he bought several bottles of Rogaine to the point that he spent approximately two hundred dollars a month on it. This certainly did not help his wallet, so he switched to e-cigarettes. Ten more years rolled by, and when Clarence put his fedora and trench coat on the couch and went to the mirror, he found himself holding a child. He could not tell if the baby was a boy or a girl. He was not married, nor had he planned to be. He also had only had sex with one woman in his life, and the condom had definitely not broken. He maneuvered cautiou