By Michael P. Rogers
Copyright 2013 Michael P. Rogers
Eric, awoken by the alarm clock at seven thirty, went straight to the bathroom and washed and shaved. He appeared at the breakfast table at precisely eight o’clock, immaculately dressed as usual, ready for the beginning of another week at the lab. He was a stickler for time, and had paid several visits to the local jewellers to get his watch regulated, which on the final attempt gained just one second a month, which he wasn’t entirely happy with. The jeweller was understandably glad to see the back of him.
Veronica brought him his coffee, toast and newspaper and he settled into his morning routine of nibbling his toast, sipping his coffee and flicking the pages of the newspaper over without really taking anything in. “One day you’ll surprise me and do something completely out of character.” laughed his wife. He looked at her with a puzzled expression and carried on with his breakfast wondering what she meant. He gulped the last of his coffee noticing it was approaching eight thirty; time he was off. The research laboratories were only a ten minute drive away but he hated the idea of being possibly held up in traffic and arriving late. He kissed Veronica goodbye and headed for his car in the garage.