A SLICE OF LIFE by Kevin Mudie 

Cutting the bread in the morning, one slice falling on top of the other, he supposed that's why they called it a slice of life, one piece pretty much indistinguishable from the other.

Graham turned the radio on, lets hear what's happening to the rest of the world. Whose blown up who, whose suing who, whose divorcing who. 'What's the point' he thought 'does anybody really care?'

Ping, the toaster pops up. Black on one side under done on the other, how the hell does it manage that, the magic of modern technology!

As he considered whether to scrape the toast or bin it and start again he heard movement upstairs.

"Do you want any breakfast?" Graham called.
"No, I'm going back to bed" Came the hardly audible and decidedly disinterested reply.

Graham looked back at the toast in his hand, so this is what comes down to, to scrape or not to scrape that is the question? Whether it is nobler to eat the half burnt piece of bread or bin it and start again.

'What the hell' thought Graham, 'I might as well eat it , the next slice will be just the same.'