Saturday morning. The weekend had begun. He made himself a coffee then sat down with the newspaper. Not much news, nothing even to interest him in the sports section either. Until that was, he noticed an article on a football match which he was sure was not due to played until next Saturday. Perhaps he was wrong.
The weather forecast seemed odd too. Outside the window the rain was pouring down and cars where splashing through lakes of water on the road. It was the longest spell of wet weather he could remember yet according to the paper, the current spell of ‘unseasonably warm and sunny weather’ was set to continue.
He thought he’d have a quick glance at the obituary page. He was drawn to a photograph in the centre that made his heart miss a beat. He suddenly shivered and his mind began to race as he realised he was looking at a tribute to himself.
He tried to read it but his eyes were unable to focus. All he saw was a blur of spinning words. Then suddenly the date at the top of the page came into clear focus.
He was reading next week’s paper.