Trapped in an unsatisfying, emotionally abusive relationship, I decide suddenly to just pack up and run in the middle of the night. I drive as far as 2 tanks of gas will take me. I stop and get a room in a motel in a small town by the highway. While I'm there, I take steps to ensure my now ex-boyfriend can't track me down. I hide my long-ish dirty blonde hair by dyeing it a dark auburn and cutting most of it off, myself. I get a job waiting tables at a diner, under the assumed name 'Jeanette Fox,' and rent a room from a sassy, maternal, middle-aged waitress who I've befriended. Eventually, I fall in love with the standoff-ish yet sensitive cook at the diner who, like me, deserves better than the hand he's been dealt.
Sometimes we have wild small-town diner sex in the pantry. The end.
2 comments:
Ooohh. Good one.
Totally unrelated...and I mean COMPLETELY unrelated...
but I always wanted to name one of my kids 'Mulder' or 'Scully'.
Ooh! Or you could have twins and use both names!
On the other hand, there's always the option of just having one of your current kids' names legally changed. It's not a big deal, they'll get used to it, right?
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