Tick – Tick – Tick – Tick

Three, that’s how many hours ago our friends called to arrange this little jaunt.

Twelve, that’s how many minutes have passed since she last said ‘I’ll be right out babe’.

Four, that’s how many seconds remain till the sweep second and minute hand unite, indicating it’s reached –

TICK.

One PM. We’re now officially late.

“Hurry” I yell.

“I’m coming” she yells back.

“You won’t be if you don’t get out here soon” I whisper under my breath.

“What?”

Knowing my treat will soon come back to bite me in the ass I quickly backtrack. “I said -I love you.”

I listen from the hall as she continues to rip apart the walk-in wardrobe we share. “What are you doing in there?” I question, feeling slightly boggled as I spy a shoe flying in the air, through the crack of our bedroom door – All from the front door.

We have one of those homes designed to accommodate the narrow block of land it’s situated on. Basically from the front door you have an unobstructed view of the living areas, which are centralised and the entry points to all 3 bedrooms on the right, ours being the last.

“Nothing” she shouts back.

I open my mouth to call out but the unremitting sound of a car horn has me looking out the window. Shane. I press my face closer to the window, trying to read her lips as she stands beside her car gesticulating like a mad woman. I fail miserably, however the timeless tap of the wrist tells me all I need to know. “We’re late hurry the hell up” is what my dear friend is trying to vocalise.

I wanted to sign back but turn to examine the clock instead.

Eleven past One. We’re late, fashionably late but late nonetheless. If it were a movie we planned on viewing I would have missed the previews. As a film producer I understood the significance and appreciated previews. The film itself could be rubbish but get the preview right and BAM you have ticket sales. Basically it was all about the previews for me, I love previews she knows that! How could she do this to me? Does she not love me? What about our future? What about our children – what of them? I know I’m being irrational … we don’t have children yet but soon enough there will be five mini me’s and hers running about (she wants seven but that’s just irresponsible – financially that is)