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Harold pressed his fork into the yolk of the sunny-side up egg, burst the yellow and repeated the process until his once perfect egg was mash. This process was more routine than anything. He had watched his mother and father eat their eggs with the same ritual. Never did they have scrambled, hard boiled, over easy or poached. Always sunny-side up and then destroyed.

He only had a triangle of toast left when Kate sat down to eat. She took her time eating, looking out the window in between bites of egg or toast. She liked to watch the birds, and morning always seemed like the best time to watch them.

She was sipping her coffee when Harold got up from his chair. “Alrighty sweetie, thanks for breakfast”, kissing her cheek and grabbing his cap from the post of his chair. “Don’t forget we’re having lunch at Jim’s”.

The screen door slapped shut behind Harold. Duke jumped up from his spot outside the door and followed Harold to the shed.

Duke jumped up and led Harold out as the screen door slapped shut behind them.

His boots were wet from the morning dew as Harold stepped into the shed. The sun sent rays of light through the paned glass windows of the shed illuminating the dusty shed and falling directly on Dukes pillow. Duke lay on the pillow after several spins and watched Harold sleepily. Harold reached into one of the coffee cans that covered the workbench and blindly threw a dog treat to Duke, which Duke caught while still laying in the sun.

“Good Boy.”

Harold plugged in the extension cord which hung from above the workbench in front of him. The fluorescent overhead light hummed and flickered on and an am radio whispered to life.