backward story

[TinaBina]

RULES: This story is starting at the end.


Finally he came to rest at the top of the hill, the soft fruity smell was a tease of the wind.
Gary was quiet and wrapped himself in his thoughts as he overlooked the village below.
Peaceful and confident. He realized he'd never be the recipient of the glory.
With that in mind, he simply smiled and let the wind tousle his hair, and Gary allowed the sack of oranges to spill open.
The book, returned to its hiding spot in the grove, and a tad bit worse for the wear, held its secrets for the next seeker who happened to crave an orange.

The end.