"I suppose you're wondering what all this is?" the old man asked. The boy hadn't seen him in the shadows, sitting back in his old wicker chair.
"I thought you only sold clocks," the boy said. He saw a book of stamps beside the ledger and realised that the shop was more than it first seemed. Behind the counter, bags of mail spilled on the floor. There were dozens of envelopes of every size, all waiting patiently to be delivered.