Kevin tossed and turned on his bed, unable to make himself comfortable enough to get back to sleep.
He had had the weirdest of days, and he still had no idea why.
All morning in the shop Kevin, had served his customers as usual, in his monosyllabic manner, paying little regard to their questions and enquiries, offering the bare minimum of courtesy in return for their custom.
He ignored the remarks made by some who muttered under their breath about his rudeness and instead, once he had taken their money, returned to the magazine he had been reading.
By midday, Kevin was ravenous.
He closed the shop and strolled down the high street towards the fish and chip shop, where he usually purchased his midday meal.
But somehow today, something was different.
Kevin knew instinctively that from
