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.)

March 2015 218

Thanks for coming this far.  Have a good week everyone.




Yesterday, Jeff and I took a ride to Valley Forge, PA.   It was definitely FUN.

vf cabin

We walked and walked and then headed to the car.  When we got back to the car, Jeff saw a cell phone lying on the hood of the car.  The phone was apparently dropped near our vehicle and someone was kind enough to place it where we could find it.  Thank you.  You are an honest person, whoever you are.

Unfortunately the phone was not ours.

I suggested that we hang on to it with the hope that the owner would call.

We waited a few minutes to see if anyone showed up to claim the phone.  When no one did, we got in the car and headed to Washington Chapel, with the phone in my pocket.

vf stained glass

While I was taking some photos with my Nikon, the cell went off. I reached in to answer but I couldn’t get to it fast enough and missed the call.  DAGNABIT!

We walked through the cemetery behind the Chapel and I snapped and clicked a little more when the phone went off again.  This time, I GOT IT!

The conversation went something like this:

ME: “Hello, I have your phone.” *giggle giggle*  (I’m such a dork!)

OTHER END OF THE PHONE: “Hi!  Oh thank you! What’s your name?”

ME:  “Gemma.  And you are apparently Don.  You got a few messages here, Don.”  *more stupid giggling*

Cut to the chase.

We met Don in the parking lot 15 minutes later and we reunited him with his phone.  He, insisting, gave us $40 saying it was well worth it.  We chatted a few minutes about there being kind people in the world – still.  Good to know.

We went into the chapel and deposited the $40 in the donation box.  The money is to preserve the historical chapel that is not federally funded. (sad face)

vf donation box

Easy come, easy go. 😉

On another note, Jeff read this morning that one of the Harrison brothers that plays for the University of Kentucky (the up-until-yesterday undefeated basketball team that, of course made it into the Final Four) made a racial slur about one of the opposing/winning team (Wisconsin) players.  There were also fires set by some Kentucky fans after the loss of their team.


I realize this is not indicative of all Wildcats and their fans but, let’s try to keep it civil!!  Just sayin’.

To those of you who celebrate the Holy Day…

vf chapel