Keep Calm and Carry On

The streets were flooded with people, running and screaming, most of them in business suits. I sat at the top of a building, watching, humming, observing the human race. They’re so cute when they’re scared out of their wits. They really are.

I fell backwards, laying on my back, looking up at the sky, tinted grey and orange from smoke and fire. I became a giggling pyromaniac, grinning evilly. I sat up at the sound of a voice. It was a man, up at a podium, talking to the screaming masses.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a little fire. It’s not that big of a deal, we’ll put it out. Go home, go back to work. Just keep calm and carry on.”

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