Faces On a Clock

“Come; take a seat next to the fireplace where it may warm your little toes! I’ll tell you a story, I’m sure it won’t scare you too bad,” A low chuckle escapes the lips of the tiny old man. His hair was thinning on the back of his head and you see his eyes are a deep brown and the skin around them a saggy yellow. “What the hell am I doing here?”