This week's photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller's Abode. Thank you Louise!
She wore her smile and solitaries with élan and poise. Her body language oozed
confidence. She was the bulwark of a successful writer who readily shared the laurels
with her. The flashlights went ga-ga over them. When the fourth estate questioned him
about his realistic writing he credited it to the wife and Zamora.
Zamora was an idyllic island privately owned by him totally uninhabited save for a
The working weekdays saw him sign deals with top corporate houses. His power lunches
packed a punch.
She was a social butterfly and his literary agent handling his book promotions and
releases. The proceeds from the book sales and royalty were under her scrutiny. Nothing
missed her eye. She kept their domestic machinery well-oiled to run without a hitch.
They were a perfect couple awed and envied by the hoi-polloi and media alike.
Every weekend he took the speedboat to the Zamora to release his literary passion to
coalesce on paper. His grey cells worked overtime and so did his body.