No. Not “my” Jeff. This is fictional Jeff. He was created by a very talented blogger by the name of Allan. Allan wrote a response to a story prompt that you’ll find here and I would advise you to read it before you continue. I’ll wait…
OK. So after reading the story, I thought I would respond to Allan’s tale with my own version of “the other side of the story”. He very graciously told me to have at it.
Now if you’ve read the story (I told you it would be a good idea to do that first), there is Jeff (the husband) and – the way I read it – Julie, the girlfriend, and Monica, the scorned wife. I asked “my Jeff” to read Allan’s story and he agreed that the women’s roles could be switched. But I’m going with Monica as the wife. I should have asked Allan (the author).
Too many names? Are you dizzy yet? OK well, chill. Here’s Monica’s 100 word side of the story. P.S. Writing a hundred word story ain’t easy.
Trying to blend in with its rough, cold exterior, Monica pressed her back against the wall behind her. She stood watching from across the street. The wind whipped around the corner where she huddled to keep warm, but she knew it wasn’t the wretched wind that was causing the chill creeping up her spine. Earlier, she watched as Jeff made his way to the rear of the hideous building. Now, as she watched him cross the parking lot to his truck, she knew she should never have come.
Monica waited until her husband pulled away, pocketed the pistol, and headed for home.
Well? What do you think? Should I stick to doodling? OK maybe so, but it was fun. Sometimes something gets in your head and under your skin and you just have to get it off your chest. (lot of body parts here, but you get my drift.)
Thanks for coming this far. Have a good week everyone.
Dear Bliary 