While sleeping, Stacy bumped her dim-witted husband, Todd, on his noggin.
“I say, Luv, that hurts. I see stars!” Todd exclaimed in a cockney accent, which surprised Stacy because they were both thick drawled Texans.
Stacy considered cause and effect and bumped Todd’s head harder which prompted a response in a romantic French lilt. Stacy figured if she rattled Todd’s brain a tad more, she’d finally have the man she desired, a suave Italian prince who would charm her with wit and intellect.
But this time when Stacy struck, none of Todd’s incarnations awoke, not even the simpleton she married.
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Marc Littman's flash fiction has been widely published from 50-Word Stories to The Saturday Evening Post. He also writes novels and plays.
