Perfect? I think not..

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It was destined to be a bad day. Michael could feel it in his toes.

He got out of bed, put on his slippers and made his way down to his kitchen like any normal person.

But Michael wasn’t like ‘any normal person’.

He made himself two slices of toast, each slice done for one minute and thirty seconds, before being left to cool for a further thirty seconds. The toast was then buttered right to the edges and the crusts were cut off leaving two perfectly buttered squares of toast. After his toast he poured himself exactly 200ml of freshly squeezed orange juice.

‘Perfect’, Michael muttered to himself.

A knock on the door pulled him out of his perfect day and into a nightmare.

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  1. Avatar Krulltar

    Methinks someone is has OCD. Nice story, and the cliffhanger ending did it’s job…

  2. Avatar Jim Stitzel

    OCD, indeed. That knock could be completely innocuous, but for Michael, it throws his whole world into chaos. Nicely done! :)