Danny King's exercise - part five

As I've said, this exercise hasn't got my full attention like the final piece but it's making me write. And I'm finding that it forces me to come up with the next part and work around with that, and only that. Therefore it's extremely useful and fun.

Here is the latest part;

Findy walked out having struck an agreement. The suit would let Findy follow him about and tell his clients that Findy was an assistant. Findy could start tomorrow he said. This suit was unreal; he even made him a little badge with his name on. Well, Findy said he better use a false name, what with being a successful author and all. He asked Findy what he’d like and he said Mr. Carr would be fine. Tim Carr.

The following morning Findy moulded his reflection into a typical suit. He wore his funeral suit and slicked back his hair. He felt like he was made of cardboard and didn’t know how he’d get to the bank. He hoped it wouldn’t rain.

The walk was certainly interesting. They were his funeral shoes too and he’d only worn them twice; the last time being over a year ago. They cut at his heels and made walking require double the usual effort. He was early so he popped into Debenhams and asked about the latest manly fragrances. Apparently Hugo Boss was quite popular. He smelled a couple and picked one that smelled like the suit from the bank. He tested it all over his neck and rubbed a little behind his ears before heading over to the bank.

The suit was there, all bright eyed and looking different. He’d shaved and he was now wearing a red tie. The previous times Findy had seen him it had been dark blue. His shirt was clearly new too, it still had the square-ness from the cardboard that had kept in neat it the pack.