Don't ever do that to me again. She fires up, her cheeks redden, green eyes flash. It isn't worth it. Tears wet her face. Suddenly, she is clutching me and we kiss, then desperately strip each other.
Passion temporarily banishes tiredness and despair.
But tomorrow comes, all too soon. And all tomorrows are the same. Once, I used to love troubleshooting. Now I'd prefer to shoot the troublemakers. I'm thinking this while stopped at the third red light in a row in Ringwood.