Chains of the Overalls
Along with the screaming from some faraway person, lights outside of M's tenement building flickered as the power station's coal supply temporarily stalled. The smell of rotting food rose from overflowing rubbish bins at the base of the steps to the entrance and took hold of his nose, passing over his bristly mustache.
M stared through the frosted glass at the rapidly dimming sun. The snow was already falling and settling on the badly parked and dented cars. By morning they'd be nothing but white bumps on a fresh new canvas. He liked that.
M was a short man. He was doughy and determined with big saggy bags under glistening eyes.
The door to his room opened behind him. His younger brother, L, stood in the doorway holding an opened bottle of vodka. L looked a lot like his brother, but was taller and had a much higher pitched voice.
"M? You OK?" he asked, taking a swig from the