100 Words: Smile You Fuckers

Music played; she hummed along as she finished tasks, feeling calm sink in. Yesterday hadn’t gone well; she was left with a headache and a general feeling of discontent. Rather than focus on that, she turned her mind to Other Things.

Therapy was bullshit, but she’d learned to move on after naming a feeling. That gave her power. Power was important.

Her eyes were closed as she tightened the silencer, moving by rote as she sang with the music.

Smile, you fuckers, ’cause you’re gonna learn — this is what you asked for; well, this is what you wanted, wasn’t it?

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