It incensed her to think of it. She could feel the feeling rising up through her body and sitting coiled in her throat, like a serpent ready to strike.
She clamped her jaw shut. Fear now joining the anger. Fear of what might happen if she opened her mouth and unleashed the fury she felt building inside her.
She pushed back her damp hair and squeezed her fists into balls. Her nails were cutting into her palms, causing a necessary distraction, allowing her to keep a lid on this tornado of feeling that was whirling through her body seeking escape.
She heard the skid of car wheels on the gravel drive, and with her face pressed to the window, saw him open the shiny door of his new car and casually, far too casually, saunter toward the front door.
It was then it happened. The storm broke through her defenses and she opened her mouth, threw back her head, and she screamed. The piercing sound rattled around the pink painted room, reverberating back at her as the pitch shifted and became a low mournful howl.
She didn't hear his key in the door or his quiet voice gently calling her name. She was consumed with channeling this whirlwind of feeling up and out of her body.
It was only when she was finally spent that she could feel his soft kisses covering her tear stained face, and empty and hollow she fell like a ragdoll into his waiting arms.
For three word wednesday - prompt words - damp, incensed, skid,