100 words about restraining rage
photo by Anthony Taubin 

She’d have a black belt in restraint if anybody knew how she keeps herself under control.

Trouble is, she’s noticed cracks in the smooth façade she presents to the world. The calm demeanour for which she is known used to come easy. More often than not, these days it doesn’t come at all.

She’s taking steps – beating the stuffing out of a punching bag at lunchtime, tai chi in the evening. They have the effect of a fire blanket on a wildfire: extinguishing patches while the blaze rages on.

She wonders if years of pent-up fury are looking for release.