Will this one run?

As well as my on-going writing, I am editing already written work for publication… but as well as that, there are new ideas constantly buzzing, little threads of thought which may or may not develop into new stories.

Something which popped into my head a few days ago, and on this occasion  I can’t say what triggered it, only that we were driving along a slip-road to the motorway and I was looking at the colours of the autumn verges, when a scenario came into my mind.

There was someone, a woman, waking up as normal, gradually rising out of sleep to being awake and then not knowing where she was. For a moment she thinks she’s still dreaming but in a flash of realisation she knows she’s not. She sits bolt upright and looks round the unknown room, clean, tidy but drab and cold; she leaps out of bed and flings the thin curtains aside and looks out n a dreary place she doesn’t know, washed with rain. She sinks back onto the bed shocked and frightened, trying to remember what happened the previous night… but all was normal… she hadn’t been out clubbing or partying, she hadn’t… she hadn’t been drinking, she hadn’t taken anything  she hadn’t been with strangers… She can’t rationalise it at all. She jumps up and wrenches open the door to find her husband but in the small, sparsely furnished room there is a stranger sitting at a table reading. He looks up and smiles as if he knows her, and greets her lovingly, familiarly…

And that is it. That was my thought, that was the sudden burst of imagination. I don’t know the woman, I don’t know her name, I don’t know what she looks like, and I don’t know where she is… and I don’t know what has happened or what will happen to her. I know there have been other novels with a similar premise, science fiction or fantasy stories, mysteries and quests, but I have no idea at all what this might be,, even if it grows into anything at all. It might become an abandoned baby, it might be adopted into something else, or it might just lurk in a corner and gradually fade away!

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