This was written for the girlontheedge prompt Handle, to which I wrote a six sentence story about someone flying off the handle and wrote Karen with a twist, going a little more into the psyche of the character, and allude to something more being at play.
It was as if I was outside myself, watching this snarling screaming wretch of a person humiliate herself as she berated the poor innocent shop girl.
I knew I had completely flown off the handle, and yet I was unable to stop as if there was something else in that body making it move as I simply observed.
It wasn’t the first time this had happened, and I was beginning to suspect that I was in fact possessed, after all there was no better explanation for this, this complete loss of control.
The small voice in the back of my mind that whispered an alternative was squashed under the intensity of my belief, and the words of my diagnosis were dismissed as mere drivel.
I fell back into myself and gathered what was left of my dignity as I loudly declared that I would never step foot in this establishment again, and I accepted the cheers of nearby patrons as support for my actions.
I sat in the car, gasping for breath, and with a sinking feeling in my stomach wondered what I would tell my husband about why I had been gone for two hours and yet come home without a single package to show for it…
7 thoughts on “Tantrum in Aisle Three”
Good description of being possessed as a sense of complete loss of control.
I too like the image of possession to illustrate that fury, and also “snarling screaming wretch of a person”.
Your description of a person out of control is spot on. Well written.
Wow! Powerful Six, Anne.
I come from a long line of people prone to losing their temper. I can remember feeling this way many times when I was younger. It took a long time to get myself to the point where I didn’t either bottle my emotions till I exploded or lost my temper and made myself look awful.
At least she had the support of the other patrons for doing something they wouldn’t dare to!
You capture that out of control explosion of anger well. Interesting foreshadowing too. Good six, Anne!