Todays inspiration is Killjoy.
Blah! Blah! Blah! If he had to listen to his neighbour drone on one more time about his pedigree dog he would scream! At first he'd listened politely, then he had quietly and quickly excused himself. Now he just shouldered past and ignored him.
Damn dog was a mutt anyway. Little yappy thing. Why do people get 'Dog' like that was beyond him. What happened to the good old fashioned Great Dane or Rottweiler? Now they were dogs.
To be honest though he was sick of everyone he met. It was an endless case of blah! Everyone was so mired in their own little world and the things that happened to them. But no one was ever happy.
And people had the hide to call him a killjoy. Bah! He was better of without them.
So caught up in his own thoughts that he never even saw the little dog race past him. He felt it though as he missed his step on the stairs. For a long moment he teetered as he thought, will anyone miss me?
Then he fell.
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