With any luck I’ll remember to get back to this entry and delete it fore the dawn, but for now…
I am literally seething. I am taking shallow breaths lest I explode from allowing too much oxygen in to feed the fire. This evening I witnessed feminine wiles at their worst and it involved taking advantage of a widower’s loneliness and at the cost of a dead friend’s character.
It takes a lot to make me mad, and all my inner strength to keep it inside, but I usually can manage without burning myself to a crisp in the process. But right now there is smoke pouring from my ears and if I open my mouth I’ll fry the monitor with a long tongue of flame.
Okay. It’s out. I’ll spend some time composing myself into something sweet and human within the hour.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology