He sat looking at the medical report while the kettle boiled.
He’d been back at the doctor’s that morning to get his test results. It had been a shock. Now, perched at the kitchen table, he went over the information and thought about what he’d been told. He had been given a month, maybe five weeks at the most. Now, he had to think about what he would do with the remaining time that was allotted to him. He thought about the life he’d lived. What had he achieved? He made himself a cup of tea and took it into the lounge. He sat down in his favourite armchair and continued to think about his future. A future that would only span a few weeks.
He thought about his brother and how they had fallen out. They had not spoken for such a long time. He could make amends by getting in touch. He could apologise for his part in the disagreement. Then, there were others. People he had wronged in one way or another. If he were honest, they would be hard to count.
He thought about the life he’d lived. He wondered if he had really achieved anything. Could he have been a better person?
After a while, positive thoughts began to swirl around his head.
His brain began to clear.
Five weeks at the most wasn’t long, but…
If he was careful with his planning, he could rob another bank!