I killed him, so there’s some obligation I suppose, to eulogize him in his story. To add closure, to present him in his best light to the best of my knowledge of him.
It is my particular tendency to stick with a story until it either is what I believe is the best it can be or I’m sick of it. With Big Tim Dawson, I’m still tweaking, though the grammar of tense and each best possible word has not been addressed to decision. But I like him. I still like the ending, though cut it down quite a bit to not drag it out. And it might still be cut down some more. But with his death on page 2, there will be no amazing ending.
There should be only an understanding of sorts. A reason to have told the story.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology