Friday Fictioneers

Posted February 18

This week's picture comes courtesy of Sandra Crook. Rochelle hosts as ever.

As usual, his alarm rang at 07.45. 

Harry was a creature of habit. He went down the stairs, plucked his newspaper from the letterbox, and walked to the kitchen. Put bread in the toaster, water in the kettle, tea leaves in the pot. Cracked an egg into simmering water and flipped over his timer. Sat down and scanned the crossword clues. 

He liked his breakfast at 08.10.

His cleaner arrived at 11.45 precisely. She found the bread standing to attention half toasted, the egg part-cooked, the kettle lukewarm. The sand in the egg timer had stopped flowing halfway. Harry was slumped in his chair. 

And the clock had stopped at 08.08

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