I.T.S. (Instant Temper Syndrome)

I’m a super-spreader, so why did I come to this crowded arena? Somebody accidentally bumps me. I smack him and my volcanic temper scatters, igniting a brawl.

I stop fighting when the angelic voice of an anti-spreader whispers in my ear. I’m weak-kneed. Instantly, her message spreads. Everybody stops fighting and sings Kumbaya. I know—cliche, right?

Soon, the alarm clock will awaken me, but guess what? I’m not dreaming! I hug the man I just punched out. We leave holding hands.

Outside, a homophobe smirks at us. I clock him.

Too bad the kindness antidote has such a short shelf-life.




Prompt: Conflagration