Meltdown

cherry blossom

Met a middle-aged man from The City. He held a ragged black nylon leash, at the end of which cowered an emaciated dog with tail tucked. The man ran his hands through his curly brown hair and asked me where he should go to have a meltdown.

The DC cherry blossoms came early this year, I said.

The bastards set it all up, he said. They were out to make him pay.

The dog led him out the door before I could find out what he had purchased.

photo credit: kiuko

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