Before you read this, this is probably one of the worst written stories I have ever come up with, it was written for a laugh not for serious scrutiny. Enjoy!
I woke up covered by starch linen sheets, staring up at a cold, sterile white ceiling, I was in a hospital. It all came flooding back ran into a lamppost, that I had mistaken for Jennet apparently, should have gone to spec savers. And then my sight was enveloped by darkness the name echoed around my head, distraught with grief, I got out of the bed and stumbled out of the door, I was planning to give her to Jennet, she had always wanted a dog, a companion. Now I had nothing to give her. Most people would be put off by her agonized expression, and skin that was falling apart. I was strangely enticed by it, she was hypnotising to me. Maybe that was why I sort of murdered my other wife, Estelle. (A/N can't quite remember what her name is, think I got it right) I had to go and find Jennet Humphrey. I needed her, I needed her screeches of endearment.
Well that was fun!
R&R