Breakfast (Micro Fiction)

Robert woke up and began to eat breakfast. As he did so, he looked out at the window on the ceiling. It was foggy, as always. Too foggy to go outside. He turned to his dog and said “Today’s the day.” After breakfast, he opened up a long, thin barrel and looked at the gun he had been working on. There were a few bullets on the side, ready for use, if he polished them a bit first. After breakfast, he did that. Once that was done, he looked at the ceiling window again. The fog was still there. Thanks to the bombs, it would be too poisonous to go outside for another hundred years ago. Robert hoped his dog could understand why this was best. He shot the dog, then himself.