Joseph

Liken felt strange, lightheaded. Maybe it was the man, his host, who was strange. The man asked him was something wrong? Definitely odd: despite a jovialesque face, with round cheeks and a smear of thinning sandy hair, he had a vaguely piggish look to his eyes. The man suggested he drink more coffee from the orange mug on the table, expectantly. Dizzy, afraid, Liken hastily stumbled to his feet and staggered away.