Fred sat in his favorite chair staring at the digital numbers on the clock. He had less than half an hour to get to work, but he couldn’t leave the house. Not yet.
He leaped from his chair when the numbers changed and ran into the kitchen. Being a control freak was hard, but never more so than when he had to wait for the coffee maker to finish.
He turned as he entered the kitchen and froze. Black liquid covered the counter and dripped onto the floor.
“No… please, God, no…”
His day was already spiraling out of control.