“You never finished it?”
“No. It wasn’t right. Besides, a better idea came along.”
“But you should go back to it. You never know…”
“Oh, I couldn’t, really. What’s the point?”
“Put it out there, see what people think. What have you got to lose?”
The man rubbed his chin, frowning. “No, I don’t think so.” He turned away, unwilling to speak or face his fear: it might not be good enough. It would reflect badly on him. Best left alone, here in the dark, where no one could see or judge. Or know.