[ WP ] The day after a suicide attempt

The problem with suicide is that you do n't plan for the morning after. It is ( almost ) funny that Kevin's first thoughts that morning were not of second chances, redemption or of some spiritual awakening. It was the realisation that he had n't ironed his shirt the night before so he was going to be late for work. Perhaps, he thought, death and taxes are n't the only inevitabilities in life. 
 
 In times of trouble, the best thing to do is throw yourself into your usual routine. So, shirt ironed, Kevin pulled some eggs and milk from the fridge and whipped up his usual breakfast for one. He had n't bothered to buy coffee last week so he went without ( sacrilege in Kevin's world ). Plate in hand, he sat down to eat and gingerly reached past the gun on the breakfast table for the salt shaker. Kevin ate slowly. 
 
 Kevin's flat was small. In fact, it's generous to call it a flat.'Large room' would be more apt. The lack of photos or any personal effects may make you think he's recently moved. Truth be told, Kevin did n't really go in for personal effects much. Despite spending most of his time there, he had made surprisingly little impact on his surroundings. His one, almost token, attempt at personalising his space was a poster for the `` Trainspotting'' film on his fridge. Kevin finished his eggs and carefully put the salt shaker back. 
 
 Just before he left, Kevin glanced back at the table. Yup, the gun was still there, propped against the butter dish. Some crochet and ribbon and it could be a rather charming table decoration. 
 
 Thoughts rushing through his head, he left for work. The journey was a blur but Kevin made it to work, late but still, he was there. He recalled a report of some sort was due that day. It did n't seem like such a big deal somehow. 
 
 Sitting down at his terminal, he waited for the computer to come to life. His office mate, Simon, bounced in in customary style. 
 
 `` K-dog - Good weekend?'' 
 
 Kevin considered his response. 
 

