The Return Of General Tyler

Onslaught

Matthew had not expected that something as simple as a one night stand would stick to him like glue. He thought he had dismissed the encounter as a mere blip on his radar, a fleeting moment of pleasure with no lasting consequences. But as he walked into his living room, tossing his car keys in the first direction he found, he was ambushed by a mental image of her. The memory of her flashed in his mind like a neon sign, refusing to be extinguished.

He groaned in frustration, his eyes rolling heavenward. "Now this is just stupid," he mumbled to himself angrily, flopping down on the closest couch. He had barely been able to get a bath and properly wash himself that morning, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of her. He had thought that the warm water would erase the memories of her, but it seemed they were etched in his brain like a tattoo.

He ran his hands through his hair, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as if searching for answers. Why was he still thinking about her? He had more import