It was like watching a pot boil. Right now it was at a low boil, just past the simmering point, but anyone paying attention could see it was on its way to a full rolling boil and the lid was going to blow sky high. Of course, as usual, everyone was so intent on having their say and getting what they wanted no one could see what was happening right in front of them. You would think that after all this time together they would know the signs and turn down the heat before it was too late. You would think that by now they would know to shut up and listen before the old man let his temper get to a full boil and the steam made him blow his top.
The prompt this week for Five Sentence Fiction is Steam