He
slid the bowl of cereal out of the way and picked up the remote control. The
toy helicopter was in the middle of the dining room table, one of its rotor
blades still slightly crooked at the tip. That was how it had come out of the
box, the blade jammed into one corner without thought of padding or appropriate
packaging design. He considered straightening it out again but flipped the 'on'
switch instead.
The little green light blinked on the side of
the helicopter. He pushed down on the activation button and the rotor span
fast; maintaining a straight, steady circular motion. Carefully he pushed up
one of the analogue sticks. The helicopter dithered briefly in the air before
collapsing on its side. He stood it upright and turned it off.
He
grabbed the box and opened it up, pocketing the receipt. He tried to give each
of the helicopter blades enough room to hang low inside. The lid wouldn't shut
properly so he left it and finished the four soggy spoonfuls of cereal.
After
washing it up he climbed back into bed. The shops were probably open but he
hadn't slept right. Boxing Day had hurt.
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