Can’t stop thinking about it.

No alarm today. Bank holiday.

Woke around nine and dragged myself to the kitchen. Last night’s takeaway cartons were still on the counter.

Opened the cupboard under the sink and brushed the mess into the bin.

Saw the hole. Perfectly round. About the size of a pound coin.

Moved the bin to cover it.

Later, I went to the shop. It was busy. People were stocking up on barbecue food, bags of ice, and fruity-looking low-alcohol drinks.

I didn’t buy much.

Back home, I paced around. Opened a drawer. Then another.

Tried not to think about how the hole got there.

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