Flash fiction riffing on the theme of frustration/stress management today. Just a bit of fun :)
How I imagine I deal with anger/stress:
Still grinding my teeth in seething frustration, I snapped the noise-cancelling earmuffs over my ears, and slid on the safety glasses.
I ejected the clip, double checked that it was unloaded, then reloaded it with a click.
Gripping it tightly, I peered down the sight, curled my finger around the trigger, pulled back the slide, and breathed. Tried to tell myself I wasn’t imagining a face superimposed over the bulls eye.
Squeezing the trigger, I fired – the muffled sound and recoil easing the downturn of my mouth, teeth unclenching slightly as I caught sight of the hole torn in the paper of the bulls eye.
My lips curled up in a bitter smile.
A few more clips and I might be able to go back to work tomorrow.
I hated retail.
^I know nothing about using a gun. And don’t particularly advocate the use of them to solve problems, either – but this seems fun.
How I probably should deal with stress/anger:
Closing my eyes despite the darkened room, I breathed deeply.
Reaching my arms towards the ceiling, I stretched on tip toe as high as I could reach, lengthening each part of my body.
Bending forwards and sweeping my hands down towards my toes, I consciously tried to relax my jaw and smooth the wrinkle etching itself into my forehead.
Slowly, as I continued to stretch, hold and breathe, the tension left my body, leaving only the honest burn of exertion and a calm, quiet mind.
How I actually deal with anger/stress:
I reached into the bag, searching out another handful of Maltesers. Around me, empty wrappers were littered, evidence of earlier snacking.
“Arseholes. Who needs ‘em?” I muttered darkly around my mouthful.
Smearing the remote with melted chocolate, I pressed the ‘play’ button and slumped back against the pillows, the bag of Maltesers balanced on my stomach.
Onscreen, the opening credits finished and the young man at the bus stop introduced himself.
“My mama always said life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re going to get.” I lilted along with Forrest Gump, settling in contentedly.
Word Count: 325
How do you de-stress?