Friday, May 13, 2011

Rage

If it hurt when I drove my fist through the wall, I couldn’t tell. I would have done it again if she hadn’t screamed. I only noticed something like pain when I opened my hand to pick up my keys, and even then it was only a vague counterweight to my rage.

It was over.
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2 comments:

  1. G-ManMay 14, 2011 at 9:45:00 AM EDT

    Linc...?
    Sad to say but i've briefly been there.
    Very vivid description...And Right On!!
    Thanks for playing on Fiasco Friday.
    Have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  2. PattiKenMay 14, 2011 at 11:30:00 AM EDT

    Ouch. Rage hurts in more ways than one, Linc.

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