An epiphany

Photo of standing stones (Photo by Simon Hattinga Verschure on Unsplash)

I had an epiphany, at lunch time, about my cur­rent short sto­ry project. I have an end­ing, now, a nasty bul­l’s-eye to aim my nar­ra­tive at.

What’s more, a lot of things I’d already sprin­kled into the sto­ry have come into focus, espe­cial­ly the doc­trine of true names. The pro­tag­o­nist has a solu­tion to his prob­lem, but he’s so des­per­ate to avoid it that he’s unwill­ing to admit it to any­one, even himself.

I won­der if I knew the end­ing all along, too, and did­n’t want to admit it to myself.

Pho­to by Simon Hat­tin­ga Ver­schure on Unsplash.