She'll come around eventually, I know. We promised, one decade and three kids ago, never to let the sun go down on our wrath. Saved our relationship more than a few times. This time will be no different. We'll make up and laugh it all off. She just needs time to cool down.
I shivered and sank back into my parka. Blasted midnight sun. It's going to be a long wait.
- written in response to 2004.06.15 flashxer prompt "Let not the sun go down on your wrath"