He walked
home. Walked was pushing it a bit. Staggered would be more accurate.
He’d put in a
double shift yet again and it had been 18 hours since he left his home. It was the fifth double he'd worked in a week.
He was
drained but happy, knowing he had three weeks off to come, starting right now.
He
contemplated going to the pub or getting a takeaway, but he elected to head
straight home. He was shattered and would probably go to bed as soon as he got
there, asleep before his head hit the pillow no doubt.
He thought
about his plans for the coming days. He was going to go away with his
girlfriend for a few days. Some time in a quiet cottage on the coast was just
what he needed to recharge his batteries after the hours he’d been putting in
lately.
He
remembered he would need to pack a bag when he got home, delaying sleep by no
more than ten minutes.
He was in a
holiday mod now. He magically felt less tired even though he’d been on his feet
for what felt like forever.
He crossed
the road near his house. He didn’t see the van. He didn’t see the coast with
his girlfriend either.
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