Fictionlet
“I don’t know why, but I was thinking about Blame It on Rio last night,” said Alex.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” said Greg.
“You were thinking of what?” said Brigid.
“Blame It on Rio,” said Alex. “Cheesy rom-com from the ’80s, had Michael Caine and Brooke Shields doing this May-to-September romance–”
“Not Brooke Shields,” said Greg. “It was Demi Moore.”
“Oh, wait, I remember that now,” said Brigid. “You’re thinking of Bo Derek.”
“No,” said Alex, “I’m pretty sure it was Brooke Shields. Anyway, her father and Michael Caine were like best friends, and Michael Caine’s wife was having an affair with Brooke Shields’s father while Michael Caine was having an affair with Brooke Shields.”
“Demi Moore,” said Greg.
“That movie did crazy things to my hormones when I was a kid,” said Alex.
“It certainly didn’t improve your long-term memory,” said Greg.
“Wait, I thought Blame It on Rio was the one where the guy spills Pepsi on his keyboard and suddenly his computer comes to life and starts fixing his love problems,” said Brigid.
“That was Electric Dreams,” said Greg.
“Then what was Woman In Red?”
“You mean who was the Woman in Red?” said Alex.
“Kelly LeBrock,” said Greg.
“Sigourney Weaver,” said Brigid.
“Kim Cattrall!” said Alex.
“Pam Dawber?” said Greg.
“Clara Peller,” said Brigid.
“Shields and Yarnell,” said Alex.
“Joe Isuzu!” said Greg.
“The Dunkin Donuts guy!” said Brigid.
There was a long pause.
“What were we talking about, again?” said Greg.
“Your long term memory’s not the greatest either, it seems,” said Brigid.
-The Gneech
