The Conclusion of Amy's Journey to the Arms That Loooove Her...
I decided to have a little humorous fun at Amy's expense when I had her lose her memory because of a falling mum. :) In this final story, all the men come back into her life. She must decide who is right for her, not based on memories - but her heart.
Excerpt from the short story
Amy's Choice:
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Amy snorted.
“Getting hit with a flowerpot is just plain embarrassing.” She blushed and
looked away from him, noticing that her room was full of mums. “What the hell…”
The guy laughed
good-naturedly. “Yeah, well it made the news and chrysanthemum retailers everywhere wanted
to send their condolences and thank you. There has been huge discussion in the
media about the worthiness of mums and sales have skyrocketed accordingly.”
“So, who are you
anyway? A reporter?”
The man’s face
fell. “What, you don’t know me?”
Amy bit her
bottom lip. It was obvious he was someone she was supposed to know. “Are you my
brother?” she ventured. The defeat in his eyes clearly meant he was not.
“Amy, it’s me,
Brad.” He took her hand and kissed it gently.
She blushed. Oh, so you must be my boyfriend, she
thought. From out of nowhere, the tears started to fall.
“What’s wrong?
Are you feeling okay?”
She whimpered
quietly, “I don’t remember you at all. What else don’t I remember?”
“Look, I’ll get
the doctor. Don’t worry, Amy. Everything will be alright.” Brad disappeared out
into the hallway.
Soon after he
left, Amy heard another man’s voice outside her room. “What? She’s awake? Why
didn’t anyone tell me?”
In walked a
handsome fox with a mop of blond curls. “Amy! You are back among the living!”
His smile was contagious. The man walked right up and wrapped his arms around
her in a bear hug. Not knowing who he was, she could not return the embrace.
“What’s wrong, Miss Amy?”
Miss Amy? What a strange way to address her… and he was acting
as if they were close. Was he part of
her family? She blurted, “Are you my brother?”
The same look
the other guy gave her was reflected on this man’s face. She really needed to
stop guessing. He laughed in disbelief. “Amy, what are you saying? You know who
I am.”
The other man
came in following closely behind the doctor. “She doesn’t know who you are,
Troy. So stop pestering her.”
When Amy heard
the name Troy, her heartbeat increased. There was something familiar and safe
about that name. She looked at the blond, hoping his face would ring a bell. It
didn’t.
The doctor told
the two men to leave so he could examine her. Amy was desperate to piece
together her past, but the doctor asked a string of unrelated questions. After
he was finished questioning her, he said, “Miss Gardner, it is not unusual to
have temporary memory loss after a serious concussion. You should start
recalling things in the next day or two. There is always a possibility that it
is more permanent, but there is no reason to think that at this point. Let’s
assume the impact has jarred you a bit.” Even though Amy tried to hold back the
tears, she started to cry. The doctor looked uncomfortable and stammered,
“There’s nothing to be concerned about. Now tell me on a scale of one to ten,
how severe is your headache?”
He successfully
distracted Amy from her tears as she answered his question. “It only hurts when
I lift my head, but when I do it’s a seven.”
“I’m not
surprised. We’ll keep you here under observation for the next few days. By then
we should have a better idea what’s going on.” He patted her arm stiffly and
added, “Everything is going to be fine, Miss Gardner.”
When he left the
room, the two men came back in. Amy was struck by how good looking both of them
were. Was it possible they were both her boyfriends? “Who are you?” she asked
the blond.
He smiled and
made the motion of tipping an imaginary hat. “My name is Troy Evans. We met
over a year ago because of my cousin Greg. Does the name Greg mean anything to
you?”
Amy shook her
head. “No, but I like your name.” She smiled shyly and added, “Troy is a good
name.”
Both men shared
a glance, communicating something silently and then Troy asked, “What did the
doctor say? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“He thinks the
accident caused temporary memory loss, but assures me I will get them back. I
hope I do…” Amy felt the tears coming again.
“Amy, please
don’t cry.” Troy came over and wrapped his arms around her again. She closed
her eyes. Even though Amy didn’t remember him, Troy’s embrace felt safe and
warm just like his name.
“Give her
space,” Brad snapped. “She doesn’t even know who you are. You think she wants
strangers hanging on her like that?”
Troy slowly
pulled away, looking down at her. “Amy, you’ve got to remember me. You and I
have had rousing good times together. I’d be happy to tell you about them if he,” Troy nodded at Brad, “would give us
a moment alone.”
“I am not
leaving Amy alone with a cad like you.”
“Amy never
mentioned anyone named Brad and I was with her a week before the accident.”
Amy looked over
at Brad again. He gazed at her with such intensity it made her stomach flutter.
“Amy and I have a long history together. Longer than yours I can assure you.”
Brad took her hand again and squeezed it gently. “Circumstances separated us,
but that’s in the past.” He moved in close. “I’m here for you, Amy.”
His words had a
calming effect. I’m here for you…
Those were powerful words. “I appreciate that,” she said softly, staring into
those heavenly green eyes.
