February Sucks -- Alternate Ending- THE END
I am new to this site but thoroughly enjoy the many stories. One of the most fascinating is the story "February Sucks" by George Anderson. I have read all of Mr. Andersons stories but enjoyed this one the most. His character development and setting the scene for the following events is fantastic but like many others I found the latter half of the story lacking. I have read and enjoyed most of the "alternative" endings written and would like to present my twist to the story. I admit this is my first attempt at writing but hope you enjoy it. I have a thick skin and welcome all constructive critique you send my way.
If you have not read the original story by Mr. Anderson, I encourage you to do so. I would not think to try and re-write the beginning to this story and can only tip my cap to the fantastic job Mr. Anderson has done. I have borrowed a portion of Mr. Anderson story and used a different script to denote the part I borrowed.
So, I pick up the story on the evening of February 29 at the Iris club and Mark LaValliere is approaching the table where Jim and Linda and friends are seated.
Linda;
I sat there watching the excitement in Dees' eyes. I could tell he was getting closer and she was hoping he would speak to her.
I was shocked when I heard a voice at my side say "Hello I'm Mark, would you like to dance?" As I turned and looked up into his eyes I was lost. He was gorgeous and his eyes hypnotic. I stood and placed my hand in his and we walked to the dance floor.
I was giddy and couldn't stop staring into his eyes. He is a great dancer and moved effortlessly across the dance floor. I was like a school girl at her senior prom and could feel everyone's eyes on me as we danced to a couple of fast songs.
When the music ended I turned to return to our table thinking I would never forget this night of dancing with a celebrity and a gorgeous one at that but he reached for me as a slow song begun and pulled me close to him. I again looked into his eyes and was lost. He told me how beautiful I was and how the blue dress looked perfect on me. He said all the right things and I ate it up. As we began to dance to the next song, also a slow one, I could feel his erection grow. I was exciting this gorgeous man!
Toward the end of the song he told me there was a back door next to the restrooms and he would meet me there. Unable to speak I just nodded my head.
As we turned to return to my table I saw Jim sitting there looking at me. This was the first time I had thought of him since Mark had asked me to dance. I was in a panic. Mark was waiting for me, I had to go to him but Jim took my hand as I sat down.
I then looked to Dee with a pleading look in my eyes. She recognized it and announced loudly she needed to go to the ladies room and asked me to join her. I told Jim I needed to freshen up also.
Mark was waiting for me at the back door and I took his hand as we walked to his car. He opened my car door and I slipped in and away we went.
Jim realizes Linda has left the club.
Of course, the conversation immediately turned to why no woman who is out with a group can possibly go to the restroom by herself. I had just started to wonder why my friends were working so hard to keep the conversation going on that topic, when Dee came back. Alone.
"Where's Linda? Is she okay?" I practically shouted.
"Relax, Jim," Dee said, smiling. "Linda is fine, she just has something to do. You don't need to worry about her. She is a grownup woman, you know." Upon which my friends started teasing me about how much I worried about Linda. It's true, I did; she worried about me the same way. I put up with it for about five minutes, and when Linda still hadn't returned, I'd had enough. I got up and headed for the bar, taking an empty plate with me as an excuse. I approached one of the female bartenders.
"Excuse me, but my wife went to the restroom about fifteen minutes ago and hasn't come out. She never takes that long. Could you please go or send someone to be sure she's all right."
The bartender gave me a dubious look. The plate in my hand gave me an idea.
"The wings are great, and she likes spicy food, but every now and then she gets a reaction. Really, I just want to know she's all right. Her name is Linda. Here, let me show you a picture of her." I put down the plate and pulled up Linda's picture on my phone. The bartender was beginning to look somewhat sympathetic when there was a voice at my elbow.
"She's all right, you don't need to check on her." Dee was addressing the bartender. "Everything's fine. I'll take care of this." She placed a five on the counter. I wondered why the bartender looked at me with what seemed like sympathy as she pocketed the bill.
"What... why... but she went there with you? because you asked her?" I was completely confused.
"Jim, she's not in the restroom. She has left the club."
"Left? Without me? Why? What's the matter? Why didn't she tell me? Where did she go? Is she all right?" I still didn't get it.
"Let's go to the end of the bar where there's some privacy." I just went where Dee dragged me. It was quieter in the dark corner at the end of the bar. Dee looked me in the eye.
"Jim, Linda loves you. She loves you and the children more than anything else in the world, and she always will, and you know it. But she is spending tonight with Marc."