Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in his picture (below).
Today’s photo takes me back many years to my hippy youth.
Robert Heinlein wrote one of the great books that inspired my generation.
Stranger in a Strange Land remains a masterpiece, and a favourite.
My story has nothing to do with it.
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I have always been a writer.
I think I was not bad.
I could construct a plot, build good characters, tell a story.
But there was always something missing.
I was happy enough, married, with great children and a well-paid job.
But I wanted to write.
So when the Devil offered me a deal I jumped at it.
He guaranteed writing success.
Best sellers, fame, wealth, critical acclaim.
Up there with Grisham and company.
He just wanted a loan of my soul for a few years.
And I would get the darkness, the insight.
That was three years ago.
My first book, a gangland thriller, is top of the lists world-wide.
Translated into twenty-odd languages.
Crazy money movie offers.
Enormous advances on my next three books, already drafted.
And what has it cost me?
Well, my wife, who left me.
My kids, who hate me.
And, after the visit from those very nasty guys recently, the use of my legs.
They said I ‘grassed up’ their brother.
They cut off my hands.
Cut out my tongue.