I wrote the first draft of the beginning of this story (of falling in) as I sat way up in the back of a lecture theatre while I waited for a lecture to begin. The story sat that way for years. One day, I dug it out and realised it wanted to be a ghost story.
Except it didn’t. At least not in the traditional sense. I wanted the reader to doubt whether the protagonist, Robert, was experiencing things for real or if he had become lost in his grief.
Then the story changed again when I realised that I could use the coins at the bottom of the well, other people’s wishes, to jog Robert’s memory of pivotal times in his life. It was now that the story took off.
His history became the story.
- Published in jamscary.com (August 7th 2022)