Chauncey came to a difficult decision.

There were too many birds. In the apartment, that is. Not in the whole world, maybe, but then again the thought of all those birds, hell the number of birds at the park alone, made the tightness return to his chest. "But, no, this is enough," he said, eyeing the cages that lined the walls. The container of Avitrol 200 was waiting in the kitchen. The birds twittered and screeched. Chauncey thought maybe they were picking up his tension. Marbelle would be home from work in four hours. He had to do it now so he could begin cleaning up the dozens of tiny corpses. She will understand, he breathed deeply and believed it for a seond.

The monster hunter

Connie was filing, she was filing as usual, she was always filing. A young man nervously approached the desk.
"I'm starting today? At ten? I know I'm early." He was sweating but was not entirely unprepossessing in his polo shirt with a raffish turned up collar.
Just then Harold came out of his office. He raised his eyebrow and smiled expansively at the young man. "Hi there, how are you?" Turned to Connie. "Hi there, Connie, listen, I'm going to be out the rest of the afternoon." And then he was gone, the lobby door swinging behind him.

The young man was sweating more now. Connie smiled encouragingly and offered him a bottled water with the company logo. He accepted but didn't drink it. He sat down, she continued filing. Within ten minutes, the rest of the new hires assembled and their trainer swept them away.

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This is terrible, but I enjoyed writing it.