The nameA Story by Anthony GerrardA desperate hunt comes to an end
'Oh no, not him. That can’t be the name, it can't be.'
He had spent years hunting for the name. He had to know. He
had pleaded and begged his mother to tell him the name but all she revealed
were the briefest of details, nothing more. On her death-bed, she had given him
a place, a time, a vague description. The man who lay dying at his feet had been his last hope, driven mad by the frustration of not knowing, he had tortured him until he had revealed all. Now he stood over him reading the only diary that contained the name. Staring down at the man, he realised what a monster he had become. His desire had consumed him. As he closed the book, he heard the man’s final, dying breath. He looked down and spoke directly to him. ‘I’m sorry, father,’ was all he could say. © 2014 Anthony GerrardAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on January 17, 2014 Last Updated on January 17, 2014 AuthorAnthony GerrardNorfolk, United KingdomAboutHaving been an avid reader all my life, I have decided that now is the time to write my own stories. It may just be a mid-life crisis, but I intend to have fun, and you are welcome to join me on th.. more..Writing
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