New York City Short Story Challenge had a contest. It was broken down into heats. From each heat a person was given a genre and a subject.
My genre was open and my subject was identity theft.
This story has already been written and completed but I’ve decided to use this as my first short story posting.
I had a hard time coming up with an idea for this particular story. I didn’t want to do a usual, true stolen identity story in the crime genre. The visual image of a face came to me as I was brushing my teeth. It was the face of a man, with thick rimmed glasses and a sweaty comb-over. Then the name Gunther came to my head. Gunther, Gunther, Gunther McWilliams.
Here is the first paragraph:
Gunther McWilliams woke with a dreadful headache. Last night was his 32nd birthday, and he and the guys from work had quite a row. Now it was time to pay the piper, and Gunther had to struggle through yet another dull workday worsened by a nauseating hangover.