In the instant that her face appears on the network, the last few weeks, the last few months, years, become irrelevant. All that registers in her immediate reality is the distinct sensation of blood pounding in her ears. A clenched fist. Shortened breath.
Anger has a way of giving rise to impulse, which replaces conscious thought as a driving force of action all on its own. Specifically, it moves her feet down the hall until they reach room 121. Raises her hand to the door to pound on it.
There's no hesitation. Not even one single pause.]
action; dated to shortly after That Post
In the instant that her face appears on the network, the last few weeks, the last few months, years, become irrelevant. All that registers in her immediate reality is the distinct sensation of blood pounding in her ears. A clenched fist. Shortened breath.
Anger has a way of giving rise to impulse, which replaces conscious thought as a driving force of action all on its own. Specifically, it moves her feet down the hall until they reach room 121. Raises her hand to the door to pound on it.
There's no hesitation. Not even one single pause.]