He dropped out of bed. Trailed to the bathroom. Relieved himself. Rinsed his mouth with cold water and blew what was up his nose out into the basin. He dressed. Drank a cup of coffee. And left for a day's work.
His wife said goodbye to him.
On the way, he nodded his head to all those he knew. He knew a lot of people. He'd been walking down the same path for 37 years now. He opened his shop. Turned the lights on. Collapsed. And died.
