As the lockdown dragged on, her tantrums became a daily occurrence. Ted appreciated that her mercurial personality was not designed for isolation; however these outbursts were wearing. He had learned to sit tight and let them pass, but today’s outburst was escalating.
‘I’m imprisoned,’ she wailed.
‘We all are,’ he murmured from behind his sudoku.
She paced the lounge, screaming. ‘I want out! I want to see my friends!’
She stamped her feet, threw cushions at him and flounced out, slamming the door behind her.
‘For God’s sake, Gloria’, he called after her, ‘act your age. You’re seventy-five not fifteen!’
Jacqueline is very new to writing and recently discovered she has a flair for micro fiction, especially dribbles and drabbles.