The other side of the story

Ever since I finished writing Mr Tumnal I’ve found myself missing my small cast of characters. I’m in the middle of a short story involving the character of my Sarah set in the cold, dark, winter. Today, on the final walk home from the bus stop, I ended up coming up with the idea for another, second sequel in short story form.

Just like in Mr Tumnal where we ask what its like for a man who marries his imaginary friend, in The Imaginary Wife I ask the question of what becomes of the girl when her boy grows up to live without her.

I’ve already written the first 100 words and I’m already very excited about it.