I was listening to the radio and heard that song from the Beach Boys. Somehow, I don't think my take is quite their take. The title says it. I thought I would give my rather perverted twist to this somewhat overdone genre.
He and his wife of forty years had rented out their granny flat. His wife had lost interest in sex but he is still quite virile at 60 years of age. He wrote erotica as a hobby, and his lodger accidently read his story and wanted to re-enact the story.
Where's Waldo? It was a popular kids game back in the eighties, but now I'm playing it for real, against a very determined opponent, with my marriage and my happiness hanging in the balance.
A story about a search, forgiveness and justice, and how ideas and priorities change with the passage of time and events. Sometimes, after you've found a loved one you had lost, you need to find them afresh. Thirteen chapters, all finished and to be submitted every other day or so. Though told in the first person, it is completely fiction.