100 Words-5

He walks to his car calmly, holding a bag. He seems to be self-controlled. But they do not know what he feels.
Fifteen minutes later, he is at an abandoned parking lot. He steps out and looks around. Trash flutters around. The wind howls.
He opens the bag and takes out a glass bowl. Then he lifts it over his head and hurls it to the ground, watching as it breaks into a million pieces. He takes a glass plate. He breaks it as well. He never speaks, never screams.
But all the potent anger simply must be let out.

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