Flash! Fiction by Peter McMillan - HTML preview

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My reactions are becoming wildly disproportionate to what triggered them. I do see that. I yell at the dog next door and scream at the neighbourhood kids and shout at the old man on the bicycle and swear at the call centre representative and break dishes and throw books and newspapers and slam the phone down and rip the mail to pieces. A very small part of my mind is conscious of what I'm doing, but it's not enough—

"Ok, Mr. Slightham. That’s our time for today. We’ll pick up here next week. Have a great day!"

First published on the Short Humour Site, 2009.