The Darkest Goodbye (William Lorimer) - Plot & Excerpts
The wind was still high, tree branches swaying, leaves scattering as they drove past. Autumn was here now for sure, the equinox long past and October promising darker days ahead. What must it be like living out here amongst these bleak hills, surrounded by fields and fields, only the occasional cottage or dwelling house half a mile away for a neighbour? Winters would be unbearable, Kirsty thought, shivering as she imagined the distant mountains covered in snow. Lorimer had slowed down at a bend, a tractor trundling in front of them, barring any passage on this narrow stretch as a line of vehicles approached from the other side. Then there was a gap and the big car roared past, Kirsty glancing up at the young man sitting exposed to the elements, bareheaded, his sleeves rolled up on his navy overalls. Who would be a farmer? ‘They’re a hardy breed,’ Lorimer remarked, as though reading his companion’s thoughts. ‘Have to be to endure the sorts of weather we get.’ As if on cue the rain began, bouncing off the windscreen and no doubt soaking the poor lad who was now almost out of sight.
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