‘None of us are ever who we think we want to be, and Clayton Candlegrease was no exception. Clayton lived alone and spent all day stirring gherkins in the world famous Sours Pickle factory. The smell of vinegar followed him wherever he went.
Clayton had recently moved to a new town and didn’t know a single soul. Living in a town where you don’t know anyone is a very strange experience. It is the simplest things that feel the strangest.
For example, when you buy a newspaper and a pint of milk at your local corner shop, you strike up a conversation with the person behind the counter but when they are not really friendly, you misinterpret their obvious dislike of their job as an obvious dislike of you.
It was a lonely life and with nothing to do and no one to do nothing with, Clayton quickly reached the boundaries of his solitary existence.’