An Enlightening Day At The Book Festival (Flash Fiction)


Having followed his writing career from its beginnings I knew his public readings and signings are rare. So imagine my excitement when I heard he was coming. He read a passage from his latest and then invited questions. The quality of these varied widely, as expected; but his responses? Flabbergasted! They were uniformly lacking in moment and often even sense. That insight, that wisdom; it had all been simply projection on my part. My cherished books now not signed, binned and that bitter taste in my mouth made me reflect on the old saw: you should never meet your heroes.

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on January 20, 2016, in Flash Fiction and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. How disappointment. If you never wake up you can keep the dream.

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    • Sorry ’bout this, Kim, but I just went to the shops, came back and when I reread this piece decided to change its title. If you want to rewrite or remove your comment in the light of the change just let me know.


  2. This has been my experience many, many times in life. Best to keep heroes, if we must elevate anyone to that status, in the confines of illusion. Or simply go in knowing we are all on the same playing field. We are all only human.

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  3. I’m just curious who it was ?:)

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