The Ways Up
a novel
“Crouch behind the door, ear to the wood. Squeezing to the smile, squeeze the tears from your eyes, press yourself closer, listening through. Her voice. Her voices. All of them are there. And there in amongst the gathering swell, there is one that is telling you do not let go. Do not let go, Jérôme, do not. Do not let go. Do not. Find a way up. Find a way. Get up, Jérôme. Find a way up. Up, Jérôme. Up! Up!”
An old novel*, you can download here:
*there are certain to be typos