His hand tipped the carton. Only after the cold, near-white skim milk spilled over and through the gnarled ridges of tasteless dry cereal did his eyes travel up over the edge of the bowl, squinting against a flash of sunlight bouncing off foil. A crinkled aluminum disc sat squat on the counter in front of him, sneering, even with a good part of its face pushed in.
A half-eaten berry pie. He'd never even seen it. He had always known this day would come, but today? His eyes dropped, his breath fell over his teeth.
It had happened. He'd lost his edge...
