About the Book:
Title: THE HISTORY MAKER
Author: Eamonn Hickson
Pub. Date: December 4, 2017
Publisher: Eamonn Hickson
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Memories are our greatest link to the past. They are what we create in the present, and they can guide us in the future. Memories can define us.
Adam Fletcher has none.
A crippling car accident has pressed reset on Adam’s life, leaving the young man broken and lost. Britney, the woman who claims to be his best friend, tries to bring him back to society, while hiding the truth about her involvement in the crash.
Starting from scratch, Adam tries to make new memories. But, what use are memories if they are constructed from lies?
He had seen a young woman in the doorway, speaking to the man who claimed to be his father. He had watched them embrace, seen the distress etched on their faces, apparently sorrow poured out for him and his current predicament.
The young woman stepped into the ward and walked to him, struggling to keep her eyes steady. Flowers were clenched tightly in her grasp, slender fingers curled around the ribbon-tied stems. Her small but defined frame moved delicately past the other patients in the ICU, as if careful not to upset anyone. A nurse at the window drew across the curtain, dimming the dazzling sun that bounded off the tiled floor. A sympathetic smile sneaked onto his guest’s face as she approached the bedside.
“Hi, Adam,” she said delicately. Her face changed, her forehead creased as she leaned closer. “Can you remember me?”
He knew his face told the whole story. She placed the yellow flowers on a nearby locker and sat on the bed. He, Adam—it felt so wrong to refer to himself by an alien name, as if referring in the third person—did not feel a need to explain himself; he was the injured party. His eyes scanned her face, his brain worked overtime to make a link with the past. The white skin, the blue eyes and the blonde curly hair that draped over a black t-shirt. Knowing it was far from a one-way exam, Adam watched his guest stare at his forehead—there must be something? Her inquisitive eyes darted over him and to the tubes connected to his arms.
Reaching for his hand, she whispered, “Britney. My name is Britney.” A struggle to recognise a hand, her hand, an attempt to make a connection between her soft skin and his. Again, there was nothing. He leaned back in the bed and stared at the ceiling. Drawing his hands close to his face, Adam looked at the drips connected to his veins.
“How did I get here?” Britney hesitated for a moment before shaking her head.
“I don’t think it’s my place to tell you that.”
“Are you not my friend?”
“Of course I am!”
“What will it matter if you, claiming to be my friend, tell me, or some people, claiming to be my parents, tell me?” he sighed, “either way, I don’t know any of you.”
Eamonn Hickson is an Irish author. He released his first novel, The History Maker, in December 2012.
He has undertaken a number of creative writing, and writing for print courses recently.
His second novel, Angel of Death, was released in December 2013.
1 winner will receive a finished copy of THE HISTORY MAKER, International.
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