Wrote this over the course of a few days as a creative exercise. ---- “¡Carajo Coño!” he muttered under his breath as he ran. His wife had just started to get into the mood when the call had come in. It was on the mobile that he never turned off, not even during moments of planned intimacy. He’d had no choice but to answer and, despite her threats of finding electromechanical means of satisfaction, he was forced to bolt out the door. “¡Coño!” he wagered to utter a little louder, he had left so quickly he only had the small pistol that was always in his right pocket. He hoped it wouldn’t matter.