My office was dark. The light dimmed to way past low like the way I felt every day. My vision was still filled with smoke from turkish cigarettes, 85 cent cigars and my taste buds were dead from the sting of cheap whiskey for men like me that wanted to get drunk fast. Damn her. I could smell her. After this long I could still inhale the scent of honey, roses, strawberries and hot woman. I knew that scent and I knew that woman. The kind of woman that breaks your heart, empties your bank account and still leaves you smilin' six months later. But this was years later. My heart was still broke, my bank account was still empty and the smile was just a memory away. One more drink and I could forget her. Just for tonight, I could forget her. I could forget that scent.

First I heard the commotion in the outer office. That purely female voice that sang of sex and sorrow. Not my sorrow. Hers for ever dealing with scum like me. Then I heard the steady click of stiletto heels on my wooden floor. The sound of a trigger being cocked and my own gasp when my vision finally focused and she pulled the trigger.

I was blinded by the gun blast in the dark. But I wasn't crazy. I smelled her. I heard her and knew she had every right to kill me.

My ex-wife was back.

And I still loved her.

See why I need that gun?