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”