Kevin couldn’t believe his eyes. Some days you see strange things. Other days what your eyes greet you with is so loopy your head is fit to explode. Some way to start the New Year.
His head did feel like it was going to explode. He pushed his fingers to his face, spreading his eyelids to make sure they were really open. A New Year’s Eve hangover pounded inside his head threatening to erupt on the computer screen like a zit on the bathroom mirror. Questions racked his mush brain.
What the hell could have transpired last night?
What the hell is my picture doing on a blog post?
What the hell is Picture It & Write?
Why the hell is Annie writing about me?
Nothing really crazy happened at that party, not that he could remember. Did it? Bits and pieces started to fall into place. Oh, this couldn’t be good. The last thing he remembered was someone dancing on…
Oh God! What was Mom doing at Chris’ party?!
Horror of horrors. The images of her shaking her skirt, her body jiggling like jelly… She wasn’t dancing alone and she had been calling for him. The inebriated chanting of the crowd throbbed inside his skull with his pulse. “Kevin, Kevin.” But he had left the party in embarrassment.
Oh God! I did leave didn’t I?
His memory said he had, but his hangover was trying to tell a different story, one corroborated by his face plastered on the internet. Why does everybody have to have a damn camera on their phone? He couldn’t bare the thought of his fate on the other end of that picture. Finally, the icy trepidation in his veins conceded movement. He clicked the link by his picture and began to read.
Kevin couldn’t believe his eyes. Some days…
© 2012 Anne Schilde