We Meet Again, Finally.
Anger is not to be cradled.
Dim blue sparkles, flickering like dying stars. The air was moist. Rhythmic dripping in the background. A purple handbag. Where have I seen this before? Oh, so it’s like that?
“Nice bag,” she said, wanting to be the bigger person. Someone had to.
They crossed paths almost every day. They never spoke. A forced smile and squinted eyes. That was their greeting. Special, in its own way. Jessica was eager to ask but didn’t want to seem rude. Incisors deep in her lower lip.
She couldn’t wait any longer. “Where did you get it from?” she blurted out like she was possessed. Not possessed but possessive. If it was hers, she wanted it back. Now. “I got it at the mall,” Mallory replied, startled. Just a bit.
Did she finally notice? Giggle. A draft waved through the gap between them. The moon was enthralled. They were in the spotlight. “And the hair? The shoes? What are you doing?” Jessica was done playing. “If you can wear them, why can’t I?” Mallory Snapped back.
Wrong move. Jessica’s rage meter reached uncharted levels. The next careless whisper would receive a physical comeback. “Girl. I’m warning you. The first and last one you get,” Jessica retorted, hoping Mallory would bite. And there it was. “Warning? Ooo. Scary,” Mallory mocked. Cheeky. Sassy. Mostly bruised.
Bingo. A swift swing to her jaw. A deep pound to the gut. Jessica was no stranger. Mallory grabbed her weave and pulled for dear life. Jessica screamed in pain, but her jabs only got deeper. Now Mallory's figure met the cold ground. “Huff. Huff. Huff.” Jessica took deep breaths.
WHAT DID I JUST DO?
Slow Down. Anger is a dangerous thing.
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