The promenade in the winter.   At this point in the story, the seventeen-year-old protagonist is starting to lose control after several months of living on the run (getting the language just right is the hardest part)….

Together, we polish off the bottle of whisky and smoke some more of the dog-ends from the tin, staying out till late afternoon, till after dark, huddled close together for warmth as another day slips away. 

I too slip away, into fog and greyness, into a sphere of nothingness where there is neither time nor sensation…then next thing, I’m sitting on a damp basement floor with a glowing torchlight close by, feeling violently sick from all the booze, and everything’s spinning round and round. It’s nighttime, and I’m shivering and I have no idea of where I am or how I got here.

In the meantime, my first novel – Secrets by Lawrence Estrey – is available from Amazon (paperback, e-book).   Genre: psychological thriller.   

Newspaper article on author.

Local musician publishes crime thriller


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