January 8
I have amnesia.
They told me I was hit by a car.
To help me recover my memories, they told me to keep a diary and write down everything I see and think of.
January 9
The person who hit me came to visit.
She's a woman with big eyes, carrying a fruit basket.
The first thing she asked when she came in was whether I was dead yet.
The person staying by my bedside told me she was my wife.
I immediately kicked him and said, "How could I possibly marry a woman who hit me while riding a Harley?"
She punched me in the right eye.
She also punched the person by my bedside in the left eye.
Diary format, short story.
Theme: Redemption.
