It was a cold, fresh morning in the middle of April, about 5 a.m.. Boris walked back from his night shift, along the pretty lane to his small flat in a converted Victorian house. He stepped inside, and went along the dark hallway to the back of the flat, into the kitchen to make some tea.

He sat and listened to the sound of the kettle humming to itself as it began to heat up.

Before long the gentle hum was replaced by the shrill call of the kettle on the boil, snapping Boris out of his daydream. He really should try and get some sleep. He switched off the gas under the kettle and went through and lay upon his bed. He took off his glasses, and rubbing the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger, he let the night's thoughts catch up with him. After a time, eyes closed, he began to drift off.

His mouth twitched almost imperceptibly. A look of fear crossed his face and he woke with a start. Breathing heavily he rose, went to the bathroom and washed his face. He stared at the face looking back at him from the mirror; it was a face he barely knew. The face was his, transformed almost beyond recognition by years of insomnia and worry. He slumped down on the toilet and closed his eyes. Again he began to drift off.

A few moments later he was awake once more. His morning ritual had begun. He knew that this would carry on for the next couple of hours until finally exhaustion would catch up with him and he would pass out.

Not this morning though: In those few moments Boris had made the decision that he had been contemplating for some time. Minutes later he was walking back along the path and out into the fields.

In life, Boris had always been somewhat of a failure. He had tried his best to live a good life, to do right by people and live up to his own ideals of what the human race was capable of. But even by his own standards he had fallen short of the mark.

It upset him so much that he ended it. He took a long walk along the cliffs by his home and, accidentally, on purpose, slipped.

In his death however, Boris, shook history.