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At 6:45am Leonard woke. His wife was still asleep. Leonard's routine was simple. Piss, teeth, shower, coffee, dress, shit, kiss the kids, leave for work. Today, however, he didn't need a shit. At 7:30am every morning Leonard left the house. But today he left at 7:25am. The walk to the bus stop was easy. To the end of the street and a few hundred yards along Primrose Avenue. The 73 was always on time. 7:45am prompt the bus would turn into Primrose and lurch to a halt. Leonard was always first in the line. Today he was second. He didn't care though he did want to know who the young man was that had taken his place. Smart, suited, slick hair, 20 something. "I hate buses," he quipped. Leonard loved the bus. He was a closet hippy and detested cars and congestion. It was 7:43am. Across the street a skip sat in the road. The house had been having an extension done for weeks. The bricks were in place, a door had been slotted in. Now it was the windows. Leonard watched as the bus turned into the road. Coming the other way was a glazier. The sheets of glass were strapped to the side and roof of the truck. 'Geez, he's going too fast,' Leonard thought. 'Good job there's no kids about.' The bus driver fainted. It was no accident. The glazier truck driver had misjudged the skip and the bus. He hit his brakes hard and a sheet of glass escaped its lash. It cut the early morning air with some grace. Leonard watched the whole incident. He'd only just finished thinking about the weekend. Daniel's birthday party. Dressing as Batman. The kids jumping all over him. It was a glorious weekend and Facebook relished it. The glass flew. As it sliced clean through Leonard's skull the glass truck driver looked up. He heard something and vomited. The man sat next to him vomited. The young man in the bus queue fainted. Leonard collapsed. A split second later his brain and upper skull landed on his twitching corpse.