333-A RIPPLE IN TIME-333 November Seventh, Nineteen Thirty-four, the week-old paper read. Edward Johnson sipped his freshly pressed coffee which emitted a thick aroma of Dark Sumatra Mandheling Beans, reminding him of his recent business trip to Indonesia. His indulgence in the coffee was rudely interrupted by the smell of the vanillin newspaper that radiated each time he turned the page. Word by word, his nose began to trigger his memories from his old work days as a young man. He remembered working in the old newspaper factories back in eighteen ninety-three. Being a young boy. And forced to work hard labour to support his family, he turned out to become a crude and selfish businessman who cared about nothing more than just money. Edward gazed out the window into the eerie forest infested with fog. Just above the horizon, he could make out the shape of mountains which stretched miles away. He was dazzled by the forest green trees which reminded him of the pool of money he had in his basement back in London. Green happened to be Edward’s favourite colour. That's all he wore as it paired nicely with his pearlescent shimmering green eyes. He wore a dark velvet green double-breasted blazer featuring a thick pointy black lapel. This is what he was recognized by in the London financial times, which is where he worked daily. He was one of their diplomats who travelled for them frequently. His high status made everyone who interacted with him anxious and his picky personality lead him to get anything he wanted. As the train went on, Edward heard a creaking sound, which made him turn his head in despair. The trolley lady was pushing around fresh pastries with the day's news. “Complimentary freshly baked goods!” she called, slowly pushing the trolley down the aisle. Edward nodded a blasé hello and went back to reading his paper. By Paul Trinca
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