(This is a first draft.. so don't expect too much.)
The air was crisp, alert like the hairs on the back of a cornered rodent. The damp grass muffled my footsteps, and the few lonely clouds in the clear sky belied the tumultuous tempest that had lasted the length of the night.
There was little wind, and when it blew was cool and gentle, not unlike a baby's yawn.
I came closer and closer still to what I had hoped would be the spot, using the mountain in the distance as my guide. A stout, stoic, and silent guide, but nonetheless a most reliable one.
I walked further sill, all the while regarding my ancient acquaintance and all his hidden history and possible futures at great length. As I did, it also became inevitable to think of my Grandfather ( I need a name.) who died last night.
He was not unlike the great mountain in the distance, stoic and silent to those who did not know him will. However, those who did would have been pleasantly surprised to find in him a gentle giant. A bison of sorts if you will. He was also of great girth which proved to be of great use during Christmas when he would often play as Father Christmas, and I must say now, what a believable Father Christmas he was! He had a great glow about him that spread to any nearby person, no matter how sullen they were, and I was fortunate to have been one of the few people to know this facet of him.
As such, it was unfortunate that as the worm of death worked its way through him that it left behind gaping holes, through which harsh winds began to blow, slowly extinguishing the flame which was the source of his warm glow. As a result, he receded into himself, wishing to keep burning.
And how wise he was to do this, for as of late, even greater winds have begun to blow him about.
"Father, you know that I can be most trusted with your wealth"
"Father, surely you cannot be thinking of willing your inheritance to (I also need a protagonist's name.) can you? The young man hardly has anything near a notion of what to do with a penny, let a long a small fortune!"
To be fair to my aunts and uncles, it is true that I do not posses the shrewd and opportunistic mind that men who parade around in their large cars or go hunting for foxes for the fun of watching an outnumbered animal die, have. To be fair, I didn't even want the money. I know of ways to make a decent living on my own.
But this wasn't about me.
And last night, during the great storm, (gramp's name here) called me in to his room. Someone had left the window open.
"Some fresh air would do you good father", she said, and and objection indicated by a faint "don't" was ignored.
I closed it as I walked to his bed. A glimmer reignited in his eyes as they opened.
"Its not right", I said.
"A knot of leeches have more moral backbone than the lot of-"
"Don't."
" (Protagonist's name here), I... I have been listening all day, and I should like to talk now to the only person in this house I feel my opinions are worth giving to. I must ask that you forgive this selfishness, but such is the nature of the moment."
And now his eyes did not dance like a candle flame..
and now I am distracted by something else and will go do it instead :)
