“It was a dark and stormy night,” Sandra giggled in the passenger seat.
Jeff exploded in laughter. It indeed was. He mused on her for a moment. “That is some trite stuff.”
“Not as trite as you.” Sandra smirked. “I know, I know… you aren’t coming in, or would you like to?” He pulled up to her house stopping with his hand on the ignition key unable to speak.
“Go.” She insisted. “Go to your muse of the day. Everyone has one. So what if you are mine? It makes me happy just to know you exist. Someday, I’ll find a new one and you will be unburdened by this terrible friendship.”
He pecked her on the cheek and drove off. The rain made a pattern that dizzied him. Reaching for his phone, he set it near in anticipation of making a call. His muse might be waiting.
A shadow passed in front of him at an intersection and he swerved. Looking in the rear view mirror, he saw a form bedazzling the dark night with blazes of light. Focusing forward, a tree was the next thing he saw and then nothing.
Waking to find his muse by his side, he asked what had happened. “You are in the hospital. Thank God you are okay. Let me call for a doctor.” She brushed his hair aside to kiss him on the forehead.
The doctor informed him of his epileptic seizure. The accident had hurt no one and he would be fine. The disturbing part was that the doctor said he had had no visitors yet. The visions of a muse were visions caused by his seizures.
Sandra stopped in the next day with flowers. Jeff sat up to greet her. “I love you, Sandra. Please forgive me.”
“Shut up, you fool,” she looked at him with flames in her eyes. “Don’t ever say such a mean thing to me. I am fat and ugly. You don’t like girls like me and certainly you would destroy me if you did.” She left the flowers and stormed out in tears.