His anger never erupted,
It oozed out, in a slow flow of heated words.
PHOTO PROMPT © Ken Arnopole (friend of Ted Strutz)
The bright light of fiery hostility,
Dulled by a cool layer of civility.
If not paying attention,
Without warning, a poor oblivious soul could be overtaken by the advancing destruction of all things good,
between it and whatever structure of relationship had been erected.
The key was to note when tremors began in the ground of a conversation.
A sense of the temperature rising,
The pressure building.
Try words like these:
“You’re twelve not two,
Stop and count to five.
We don’t have time for this.”
It’s Friday Fictioneers back at Rochelle Wisoff’s blog. This week’s photo by Ken Arnoplole is an interesting dual colored scene that is sure to inspire some wild 100 word clips. I’m certain my little tale won’t be the only one seeing a representation of anger. I’m not sure what is worse, someone who flies off the handle in a burst of fury or someone who smolders in anger keeping everyone guessing. The fact is humans are bound to get angry. Sometimes justified, sometimes just a crossing of wires in someone’s brain. Either way, best policy is to let anger have space to exist but not too big a place that it can’t be dispersed with sincere explanation or soothing ‘you can make mistakes it’s okay’. A healthy relationship can handle anger without crumbling into tears or causing cracks that give way more meaning to a little friction than it deserves. And that’s my two cents! Ha ha.
Live happy, stomp your feet if you must but return for a hug! Best, Clare.
Clare Graith 