Once his dream of a life together with her faded as he realized that his love for her was unrequited, he knew he had to write a memoir.
He’d been told he wasn’t a bad looking guy, had a classy background and loads of dough at his disposal, all he had to do was make a phone call and ask Daddy if he got into financial trouble.
He could bring his dreams to fruition, live out what he longed for in print, and make a fortune. It would feel good to stand on his own feet and not have to keep asking for handouts.
Yeah, he had a lot to offer and maybe his story would bring him wide celebrity acclaim and have the women pounding at his door. He’d had a fair few of those too, so they could be included and he could twist the truth a little .
Who knows, maybe he’d finally meet The One and set up home together, have a couple of kids maybe, and a dog……… had to have a dog. He was never allowed one of his own.
He sat down at the table in his dorm and set to work. Maybe his aunt’s gift of a pen was a sign of the brilliant writer he was going to be.
Written for Fandango’s Story Starter 10th January
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Nice one Di! Hope he fulfils his dream of writing a bestseller!
You never know……………..
Sounds like it’s just a way to satisfy his vanity. Good story, Di.
Let’s hope 😊
Let’s hope he does all the write stuff