Dora was a cyclone, the perfect storm of emotions. A danger to all those around her.
She'd managed to keep things mostly in check for years, except for the occasional flare-ups that barely hinted at the rage that was building up.
Unlike a port in a storm, where one seeks shelter, Dora harbored contempt, decades worth.
When the winds of anger were finally unleashed, they quickly grew to gale force, knocking over everything in their path.
It's still unclear if anyone survived the tempest, especially Dora.
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