It's Lucky He's Pretty... - Primeval Drabble
Becker stared in horror at the brightly-coloured envelopes on the doormat and belatedly recalled the date.
He considered running to the corner shop, but it was too late. With a happy squeal, Jess scooped up her cards, and then looked at him expectantly.
Becker thought fast, then gingerly touched the well-healed head wound he’d received from an encounter with a triceratops last month.
“Jess... I think I might have amnesia…”
Three weeks, five expensive meals out, a weekend break and a very sparkly present later, he thought he might be forgiven.
But he set up future reminders, just in case…
He considered running to the corner shop, but it was too late. With a happy squeal, Jess scooped up her cards, and then looked at him expectantly.
Becker thought fast, then gingerly touched the well-healed head wound he’d received from an encounter with a triceratops last month.
“Jess... I think I might have amnesia…”
Three weeks, five expensive meals out, a weekend break and a very sparkly present later, he thought he might be forgiven.
But he set up future reminders, just in case…