When I first sat down to begin writing Rebellion, I’d only thought of it being a single one-off story, but by they time I’d finished I realised that Percy – Lieutenant Percival Whitlock – deserved to have his own Happy-Ever-After as well. What that story might be, I had no idea and it wasn’t until my writing group undertook a writing exercise about describing a lost photo that it came to me. The story hasn’t progressed much from this small piece, but I do know that it will be a second chance love.
(I have previously posted this short piece….. months and months ago.)
Percy’s hand went to the pocket of his jacket out of habit. There wasn’t anything there anymore. Hadn’t been for years, the photo tossed overboard in a fit of anger and he’d regretted it ever since. But in a way he didn’t need the photo, the serious studio image of the man he’d left behind. That wasn’t how he wanted to remember him, preferring to think of the smiles he wore when they were alone; the way his eyes crinkled at the edges and cheeks dusted red. The photo had captured none of those, but his mind had and some days, Percy wished it hadn’t. He wished he couldn’t remember him at all.
He was a part of Percy’s past and one he would – could – never revisit. The photo a reminder of the life he couldn’t have and why he’d chosen to leave it – him – behind. Percy wished he could see his face again.