Innocence Lost

Christopher leaves the straighteners in place. The sickly smell of burning flesh begins to fill the room as he dresses again, pleased that his gloves mean no clues to his identity.  He walks out, shuts the door and makes his way to the fire exit and onto the cold, wet street.

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I was born in Berwick Upon Tweed, a small town on the border between England and Scotland in 1960.  On leaving school I joined the Royal Navy as a Marine Engineering Mechanic.  I left in 1983 after serving five years and moved to London where I found work as a doorman, art gallery guide and construction worker.  In 1986 I became a firefighter and I  retired as a Fire Officer in Edinburgh, Scotland 2013.

I enjoy cycling, tennis, playing the guitar and foreign travel.   I am now 25,000 words into a murder mystery novel set in my home town.

 





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