I wrote this story as part of a contest to commemorate Iain Banks, following his sad passing in 2013.
Banks was — and remains — one of my favourite authors; I had just started writing fiction semi-seriously.
I had to enter.
The brief was to take one of the opening lines from one of his many novels, and create a new short story inspired by it.
I chose Espedair Street, with its arresting opening of “two days ago I decided to kill myself.”
And I won.
There was no prize, no payment. I got to read my story out loud to a small audience in the dearly-missed Looking Glass Books in central Edinburgh.
But it inspired me nonetheless.
I let that inspiration fade over the years, but various things have reignited it.
So here it is, almost ten years later.
Reminding me that words have power, and that I have many, many more left in me.