Okay - here goes. My first line came out of The Crow Road by Iain Banks: ‘Was it just a story then, dad?’
(written in 10 mins, then typed here, but unedited—sorry for typos, Britishisms, etc., by moi)
“Was it just a story then, dad?”
The earnest question threw me. “Was it just a story?” I suppose so. Hmmm. I never stopped to think about it; had just absorbed it as truth when my own father relayed it to me. Would my own father make it up and let me believe it all these years?
I looked down at my son. Baby fat just beginning to leave his face, smelling of bathtime and something less savory (don’t ask), eyes opened impossibly wide in wonder. “Well,” I said, standing up and tucking in the sheets just as he liked them. I settled his A9001 rocket-launcher model on the shelf opposite, where he could see it when he woke (kids take the weirdest things to bed). “If it’s only a story, how come the whole world knows that people used to live on earth?”
Thanks DeAnna, it was fun. And I had no idea where it was going until I’d written it!