He always told me that he would be famous one day. I am not sure I really believed him. But he was right. He is famous. His memoir has been the number one best seller on the New York Times list for over two years now. He can be seen on all the talk shows, in all the tabloids and at all the best parties. They have begun to film the story of his life. When I left him all those years ago I never expected to become the villain of his story. I never thought my name would become a synonym for evil. I heard a couple of young women on the train the other day refer to one of their acquaintances as an " Alice Winters". It was not a compliment. I knew when I left him that I had hurt him. I never expected the venom that spilled from his pen. When I heard of his success I was happy for him, then I read the memoir. I remember our story differently. If I had not lived this story with him, I too would hate Alice Winters. The character he draws is terrible. I try to see it from his point of veiw, but I can not. I may be the villain of his story, but I am the heroine of mine.
10 comments:
Wow ... I loved this. Very nice!
The Doll
What an interesting angle on the prompt!
Gemma
I was not expecting you to take the prompt that direction. Love it!! And...sadly, probably happens quite a bit in reality, eh?
Nice curve!
oh, these poor men that can't handle rejection! this was a good story. you're a good storyteller...enjoying reading all these little gems of yours.
I really enjoyed this, and the line
"I remember our story differently."
How true that can be for a lot of relationships, even ones where no one is a novelist!
it is so true,, each of us see things in our own light.. even relaying the same experience totally different.. i am sorry your narrator wa on the short end of that stick,, bnut i would have to consider her strong in that she sees past it,, and continues to live her own truth...
Two curves to every story, Alice. Nicely done.
your story, is a story of wonder and liberation.. we all have our different versions of how the story goes and so we cannot control another's story... the end was an excellent cup of tea...
I loved this, a curve about a curve! Got caught up in it, felt indignant for Alice, imagining being misrepresented in a memoir that’s a done deal for posterity!
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