Time Bombs & Time Bombs
The constant beeping was driving me crazy from the device opened before me. The timer gradually worked its way back from wherever it had started, and now read less than three minutes. My temper flared, and I punched the speaker.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Gwen exploded, slapping me hard.
“What?” I asked, holding my face.
“It’s been a morning filled with enough stress already. I don’t need you making things worse than they already are…” she replied, looking at me with that sexy fury I saw often enough.
“What stress? I’m doing what you asked me to do,” I protested, “You asked me to deal with the bomb, so that’s what I’m doing.”
“You know what, never mind,” she said picking up the bomb, “I’ll handle it.”
“I can do this, Gwen,” I replied reaching for the device, “You woke me up to do this, let me do it.”
“You’re not doing anything right now. Go get yourself a cup of coffee and a cigarette or something.”
I watched her carry it out of the room in disbelief. My brain was still a little foggy, but I wasn’t going to win the fight. I knew it. The tone of her voice, with the look on her face, told me everything I needed to know. I sat back, feeling the torrent of sadness that always followed my anger wash over me.
“Son of a bitch…” I muttered to myself as I pulled the pack from my pocket.