Stephen’s Father loved playing games.
Stephen remembered the glint in his eyes as he scrutinized his hand while playing Bridge, or the way he chewed his lower lip as he rolled the dice when playing Board Games.
Reading was another of his passions and Stephen had fond memories of snuggling up in bed under the duvet listening to the rustle of turning pages and his father’s soft voice as the characters came to life.
When time rendered Stephen’s father frail and bedridden, he asked Stephen to fetch him his favourite Heinlein and to open it to Chapter Three.
A browned sheet of notepaper slid out and floated to the ground.
Stephen read the faded writing, “Once upon a time there was a young boy named Stephen …”. He continued reading until the last line where his father had added, “… James Herbert, The Secret of Crinkley Hall, Chapter Nine.”
Stephen’s father passed away peacefully a few days later but the paper chase to piece together the stories he’d written lasted for months.
Stephen is going to publish them all so that he can read them to his Grandchildren one day.
The idea of Sunday Photo Fiction is to create a story / poem or something using around about 200 words with the photo as a guide.