Fragments

By John Dodsworth

Struggle to find answers in this mystery-thriller taking place in the heartland of Southwestern Ontario. Paul can only remember fragments of his past, but there is one thing he knows for certain; there are people watching him. As the danger grows, Paul begins to question his reality, and when an unsuspecting stranger happens upon him, certain truths are revealed which cannot be forgotten...

• Language: English
• Publisher: John Dodsworth
• Release date: May 15, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370945559

John Dodsworth

Former political staffer whose passion for writing and alcohol has fueled a life of many triumphs and failures alike.

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My name is Paul.

I live with my mother.

My father is dead.

My brother is dead.

I’m twenty-one years old.

I have brain damage.

And there are people watching me.

These seven things he knew for sure. The rest of his identity was swarming amidst the hazy cloud of his consciousness, vague images of potential realities blending together so that often times he felt as if he were dreaming. Every morning the same sense of loneliness and foreboding washed over him. Paul looks at the picture on the nightstand, standing with his mother in front of the Parliament Buildings in Ottawa. They had taken a trip there… or, it could have been where Paul used to go to school, he wasn’t sure – but he knew those were the Parliament buildings in Ottawa, and he knew the two people in the picture were him and his mother. He couldn’t get worked up about missing details, not unless he wanted to bring on a migraine. ‘That’s another thing I know,’ he thinks to himself, pulling his body up from the bed and stretching in the faint morning light. ‘When I get too stressed out, I get headaches.’

He stops at the window before heading into his private washroom, peering down at the gravel driveway below. We live on a farm. That was another