There was no arguing with him; he was determined. I grudgingly gave him a small pack containing water and some hard trail-bread and cheese, loathing him for making me care. I found I couldn't watch him limping off to his death and went back indoors, slamming the door and glaring into the fire.
Much later, in darkness I was awakened by...
NB - This is the opening of a novel I've half-finished but I thought it would be fun to see in what different directions it could go. In the novel John left the world behind and lives alone for a very good reason, all bound up in a past he has purposely forgotten.
Who is this grumpy, depressive guy? What's he got to be so grumpy about?
Who is Malcolm's message for? Who is following Malcolm and why?
What secrets are hidden in the mountains?
Hope you enjoy, anyhow
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