A short story from my past.
Like many of my stories, this one has an interesting, and to me funny, background.
The title (Author goes missing) referred to me at the time; I was feeling low and unwanted - nothing new there - so, I wrote this story to see what if any reaction my disappearance would have.
The funny part is that a writer from the US thought I was writing about him as he'd not been heard of online for several months, boy was he embarrassed when he replied on the Dutch online magazine (Angie's Diary) I used to write for that he was online, then found out the story is about me.
Author goes missing
The motorboat chugged slowly into the quay, towing behind it the lost boat of local writer, Alex Marquis.
The dock was silent as Jackie Rees and Davie Callaghan pulled the boat in, there was no doubt that the boat belonged to Alex Marquis - it has been in the family as long as anyone could recall - but there was no sign of Alex.
Johnny Cooper called to Davie, "Is there any indication of a struggle?"
Davie didn't need to think how to answer, on the journey back the question had plagued him, "No, there was no sign of a struggle or an accident. I can think of only one action that covers what Jackie and I found, and I'd rather not consider the option I have in mind."
Jackie called up to the group at the dock, "We know Alex is a good swimmer, so we went further out than most searches would have covered on the off chance that he did swim out. But there is no indication of where or when he left the boat or why?"
Johnny glanced at the dark clouds threatening another harsh winter's night, with tears in his eyes, he said, "Alex never knew how much he was liked, or how his work as a writer brought happiness to readers. His demons were worse than those he thought he needed to conquer to be accepted. How can you convince somebody they are worthwhile when they can't convince themselves? I hope wherever he is, Alex is at peace with himself, he doesn't know how much he will be missed, and that is the saddest part of the story."
The ending of this story may come true in October, as I won't be blogging after then because I can't afford the running costs of the editing software from Grammarly, and the cost of my Weebly blog.