It starts with my heart racing.

I can feel it beating faster but I also feel it expanding in my chest, putting a pressure on that spikes my anxiety.

I tense up. I start panicking, it’s flight or flight time, and I’m used to flight. That’s the kinder, more obvious choice, but that’s not something I can do in public, or in front of friends and family.

Only in my mind can I fight off that which raises my hackles and makes me feel like I’ll kill or die to make it stop.

“Close your fucking mouth when you’re chewing!”

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Today’s prompt was: Begin your story with one character’s small habit driving the protagonist crazy.

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