Flash Fiction: Before the Storm

The angrier Floyd got, the calmer he became. Those fools kept pushing his buttons until finally his voice just trailed away. Floyd leaned back in his chair and, smiling, closed his eyes. I had sense enough to leave. By the time I got to the parking lot, the police were already on their way in.

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