I gave her a strange look, as if she had just asked me what the square root of a tub of ice cream was.

"Look, lady, I don't really have time for games. If you..."

She pulled one hand out of the handle of her purse and raised it, as if to stop me talking.

"Please, Mr. Randolph. This isn't a joke."

She paused.

"Apparently, I was in a car accident. I remember nothing of my life before waking up and staring at a hospital ceiling."

A look passed over her face, deep sadness mixed with a hint of embarrassment...

Drabble published July 05, 2015 04:02

Neville Hunt almost 9 years ago

Yes, more please. You've got me wondering what the square root of a tub of ice cream really is - great stuff Christopher, you're setting the bar rather high I'd say.
Christopher almost 9 years ago

Thank you both for your kind words of encouragement. And thank you for taking the time to read my drabbles. It really is appreciated.
Christopher over 8 years ago

Marry me!
Christopher over 8 years ago

I'll whisper it in your ear right before I say "I do!"
Christopher about 8 years ago

For anyone coming along and reading these comments now, I was not asking Neville or Drew to marry me. There was a lady who said some very kind words that has since deleted her account. When that happens, the comments are deleted as well. Just a little clarification there.

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