This is just a short extract from a short story i am currently writing. Let me know what you think.
Thanks
"My name is Jonathan Walter Anthony the 3rd. I am not special.
My father was a low level diplomat and my mother was a teacher, in a school house, near to where we used to live. I have a job, not a very impresive one, but it brings in the money I need to live the life style I choose. Im a gravedigger.
I have no children, no wife and no great halls of residence. Sometimes, when its warm and I have finished digging graves, I like to walk amongst the trees and the flowers that surround my village, I run with my finger's flowing through the tall grass in the feilds and I swim in the rivers. It gives me a sense of well-being and warmth.
On a Thursday,Firday and Saturday I spend the evening at the local Inn sharing banter and stories with fellow grafters. Occasionally I pay a visit to Agatha, who gives me the satisfation I so desperatly need at the end of the week. Not even the rivers, flowers and grass can give me as much joy as dearest Aggy.
Excuse me... for I am rambling now. Allow me to explain why you are reading about a meer gravedigger.
I stand accused of murder. Not one murder... but five. Five seperate acts none of them linked in any way.
My name is Jonathan Walter Anthony the 3rd and I am not special..."
