Henry Leclerc

The New York streets are crowded and loud. Nothing new there. What is new is the man striding briskly down the sidewalk, holding a briefcase under one arm and a pricy coffee in the other. He looks pissed. And then his shoulder clips yours. He hisses in frustration as his briefcase slips from under his arm Goddammit! First the alarm doesn’t work, then the chauffeur’s sick, and now this.