Socks

When questioned on her mismatched socks the woman felt compelled to sigh. And not just any sigh, she wanted to release a meaty one full of sarcasm and just disdain. But she didn't. She held back. Like she always does. Like she had always been told to.

Instead of sighing the woman was taken back in time to her youth. She stood before her mother - a woman who has only ever functioned with a short fuse - and was ready to be berated by her. Before that took place, the mother spent a wise 30 seconds grinding her teeth together. She wondered if her mother did this specifically to make her teeth sharper, but then she pondered if her mother ever did anything consciously, with a positive purpose.

The flashback burst before the rage could be vomited and the woman found herself grinding her own teeth. It was the socks, it was the questioner, it was their face, it was her face, people in general, history, it was the whole situation really. She had had enough. Who knew socks could be so deadly?

[#6 / 07.11.2019]