Friday, November 24, 2006
New Beginning 163
"Get away from me, you freak!" Annette backed away from the bed, clutching the sheet to her chest.
The man's big, lost puppy-cow-sheep eyes widened with bewilderment. "Honey, what's wrong?"
"Don't you dare honey me, you pervert. Who the hell are you?"
He blinked. "Don't you remember last night?"
"Last night?" She dug around in the recesses of her mind, but couldn't come up with anything useful.
"We got married last night. You really don't remember?" He looked more confused than she felt.
She hiked up the sheet, ran her fingers through her tangled hair and stared at the man.
He wasn't remotely close in looks to the guys she dated. She usually went for the GQ candidates, but this one looked more like someone on the cover of Hoser Monthly. He wasn't ugly, just a little plain. Not her style at all.
"What are you talking about?"
"Married, Annette - we got married last night. I'm Phil Smedley, your husband. We'd been dating for six months. You were in an accident a few weeks ago, a car crash. You and the gal in the other car survived, but the doctor said you both might have occasional memory lapses. Guess he was right."
Annette caught sight of herself in the mirror and stifled a cry. The girl who stared back was plain, with hair sticking up and and a few extra pounds around the middle. It wasn't her!
Somewhere across town, Paris Hilton woke up from another dream about the car crash. She took one look at her bed partner and smiled. Evil Editor. Now this was more like it. She couldn't remember her boyfriend Phil much at all.
Opening: Chumplet.....Continuation: Kate Thornton