A Face Only a Wife Could Love
“Dang, I’m hideous,” Alex thought as he glanced down at his reflection in a puddle. He avoided reflective surfaces and envied vampires for their inability to see themselves in mirrors.
A woman’s face appeared next to his in the reflection. Now there was real beauty.
“What are you looking at?”
“Just myself.”
“Narcissist.” She laughed and kissed his cheek.
“Does it bother you that I’m ugly?” he asked.
“I don’t think you’re ugly.”
“Do you think I have a face only a wife could love?”
“You’d better. You don’t get to have a girlfriend now.”
He smiled and took her hand. “Perhaps you’re right.”
“Of course I’m right. Now can we finish crossing the street? We’re holding up traffic.”




