It was an ordinary morning. I got up, made my tea, prepared my honey on toast, and sat down with the newspaper to enjoy them. Breakfast is the meal that most reminds me of my wife, God rest her soul in Heaven. I haven’t a job to go to, since I retired two years ago, so my mornings are quiet.
Until a jarring knock on the door disturbed my routine. I opened it to find a middle-aged man in a grey suit standing outside with his hands behind his back.
“Mr. Davidson?” he asked without any attempt at salutation.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Mr. David Davidson?”
“Yes, that’s me.”
He produced from behind his back an envelope with my name on it and nothing else.
“You’ve been served,” he said, and without waiting for a response he turned and left.
I sit here now, with my tea growing cold, the day’s news forgotten along with my toast as I read for the third time the contents of the envelope. I am to be a witness for the prosecution of the young man who lost control of his car and ran down my dear wife as she stepped out to the curb to pick up the newspaper one snowy morning, a year ago today.
It seems I must adjust my morning routine once again.
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i would love to read a continuance to this short story.