Inflated Ego
He had a big head and he knew it. Arrogance dripped
from him. All dressed up in his Armani suit, thinking it would impress everyone
– knowing it would impress some. Wafting into the conference room where he wasn’t
meant to be, catching everyone’s attention in the middle of her presentation. Lucy
wanted to scream, but sitting in the tightly packed train it wouldn’t be a good
idea. She clutched her handbag tighter and glared out of the window. She
imagined her head enlarging with the pent up anger, like a balloon on the verge
of bursting. Then she pictured his head like a balloon and popping it with a
big, shiny needle. A smile crept into the corners of her mouth. Yes, his big
fat head like a wobbly balloon, just begging to be burst. She suppressed a giggle,
and the grip on her handbag loosened.
