We are all born as storytellers. Our inner voice tells the first story we ever hear.
If you write then you are reborn because by writing about the moment, you can relive it for a second time.
(n.) One who narrates; one who relates a series of events or transactions.
Then the front doorbell (already too long delayed by my rambling narrative) rang.
It might be most dramatically effective to begin the tale at the moment when Arnold Baffin rang me up and said, Bradley, could you come round here please, I think I have just killed my wife.
Everyone smiles with that invisible gun to their head.
I exist only in the soles of my feet and in the tired muscles of my thighs. We have been walking for hours it seems. But where? I cannot remember.
It was for me a moment of great peace. I did not know then that it was the last, the very last moment of peace, the end of the old innocent world, the final moment before I was plunged into the nightm...
Six silent people in a room got me to thinking about the voice we hear in our heads when we read, the universal narrator's voice you may well be hearing right now. Whose voice *is* it you're hearing?...