The Last Straw
The Last Straw She blinked, peering at her laptop screen and re-read the email. “The absolute fucking audacity. Just who does he think he is.” Her pulse hammered at her temples, threatening to crack her skull. Temper uncoiled itself, rearing its triangular venom head. Her jaw clenched. Her nostrils flared. The past reeled off picture after picture, drumming it on rollercoaster tracks through