SPOOR
Chapter 1
My Luna, My Moon.
Regardless of where my travels take me, I greet the moon as my witness, my light.
Glide with her as the late afternoon sun slips into its evening glow. Watch her as she lifts her veil to meet night’s horizon.
My hotel balcony faces the sea, headland and lighthouse. I look out across the bay.
Moonlight dapples the water, halos the lapping crests to a dance that flickers blurry across the mist of my eyes.
My eyesight is failing, my memory dims.
I’m losing time.
My name is Sam; Sam Hythe. I’m 62, a photographer and the doctors have told me that in a few years, I’ll be blind. I have a quest. To solve the tragedy that befell my family when I was 12.
My name is Sam; Sam Hythe. I’m 62, a photographer and the doctors have told me that in a few years, I’ll be blind. I have a quest. To solve the tragedy that befell my family when I was 12.
I arrived here yesterday. I was last here when I lived nearby as a child with my family.
I’m here for several weeks, staying at a hotel, in a small coastal resort with a flat, sandy, fan-of-a-beach that lies wedged between two headlands.
If I don’t take this last opportunity to resolve the mystery surrounding my family, before I lose my sight, I fear I’ll neither find the answers that have eluded me, nor the closure I yearn for.