Control

He erupted like the seat belt pulled taut in an emergency stop, tight, straight and restricting. His breath was short and sharply inhaled and he glowered from a dark overhanging frown down at the boy. Even so his flaring anger was of such violence that it signalled its own end before any lasting damage could be felt. The boy, initially stultifying his own breathing in the whirl of the man’s anger, saw in that storm the premonition of its end and so relaxed and thought instead of what he might do tomorrow to get an even more excited reaction from the headmaster!