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The Fourth Son

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It is sometimes quite strange where the ideas for a story come from.

This one started with a man on the roof of an apartment block with a telescope, a place where he can seek refuge from work and people.

Being in New York, of course, made it all the more impossible to get a clear night and a clearer sky, but perhaps it was more about the solitude.

Then I read about the planets lining up, which doesn’t happen very often, and you know the saying, when the planets line up, maybe. .

So, I had my protagonist.

Now, I needed someone to interrupt the solitude and then focus him on the notion that when one door closes, another opens.

Of course the protagonist who is hiding something out of the ordinary, someone with a secret, and someone who has feelings for another who in the greater schene of things in his life, is someone who would not be ‘the right choice’.

Except his position allows him the freedom to choose whom he wants.

A scare finds him beginning to realise that he can not remain behind that veil of anonymity for much longer, and one way or another, it is going to be exposed.

But, by the time he decides to make his feelings known, his secret is no longer a secret.

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The Fourth Son

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This store started out as When The Planets Align.

I had this cute idea forming in Mt head as a short story for the A to Z blog, about a man of Royal blood living anonymously in America, away from the mechanations of a Royal life.

After all, he was the fourth son, and reading and hearing so much about Prince Harry being a ‘spare’, I wondered what it would be like if you were the third spare.

So far down the inheritance ladder that you were basically worthless for anything but donning a suit and smiling.  There was only one king, the eldest son.  Any chance of everyone dying so he could take the throne was unbelievable.

It could never, ever happen.

Could it?

And yes, you can guess where this is going.

Never say never ..