[101] Repression

“I sense that beneath your bubbly exterior, there’s a lot of repressed anger,” he said.

“Of course. I’m only human, all that anger has to go somewhere,” she admitted, swinging into the lot.

“That was just a bit too close,” he looked out of the car nervously.

“Nah, that was just right. You’ll see,” she got out.

“Did you know that Sid Meier is bringing Civilisation to Facebook?”

“What? Sorry, resisting the urge to squee.”

“Oh, by all means, please do.”

All that, in three minutes. Who knew literary minds could skim waves so well? Nanowrimo friends. Not for wimps.

Original entry as appearing at Reach Into Your Soul.