Flash Fiction Attempt #2

I fell down the stairs today.

That is what I did with my day.  The only thing about May 17th of this year that I will remember for the rest of eternity is that I fell down the stairs.  There are people who were born today, people who died today, people who got married today, people who lost their jobs today, and I fell down the stairs.

How significant.

There are far more interesting days I've had and will have that I could tell you about, days I could elaborate on way more than this one, days I actually care about, but today I fell down the stairs.

It was the end of the day, and every student in the school was trying to get down the same staircase.  I don't even know why- there are like eleven and a half staircases in this place, and yet everyone feels the need to use the one in the social studies wing.  Why do we do this do ourselves?  I for one will definitely be taking a different route  next time, on account of after I stepped off the landing onto the bottom half of the stairs, I somehow slid all the rest of the way down.

In front of, if I may remind you, every student in the school.

It wasn't until I tried to pick myself up off the floor that this became a story I actually tell to people.

It wasn't until a pair of sparkling blue eyes told me, "Here, let me help you," that I decided this might be worth remembering.

It wasn't until I looked into them and said yes that I started telling this to complete strangers.

Some people were born today.  Some people died today.  Some people got married today.  Some people lost their jobs today.

I fell down the stairs.

How significant.