I wrote this story 8 years ago. At the time, I felt a bit old to be writing something about teenagers, but I used to be one, so why not? I’ve submitted it to a few outlets over the years, with no success – persevere, and all that – but I had another look at it recently and thought about updating it. The story is told by a narrator who is 19 at the time I wrote the story (2009). This is obvious from the dates on the obituary, I thought about changing these dates, so the story is being narrated in 2017, but realised that this would make Arthur’s (and the narrator’s) date of birth 1998: I was 27 in 1998. I think on balance it’s time to stop submitting this particular story. Feel free to have a read of it here:
Life Death and Beating a Hasty Retreat
