The Sunday Snippets Critique Blog Hop is on!
Gooooood morning everyone!
Yes its a murky, grey and icky Sunday, but I feel somewhat cheered by the idea that I’ve joined up to something new. Yes, I realise that my time hasn’t become any more free than before, but I think this is a good idea. As I mentioned in my last Six Sunday post, I have joined Jennifer Eaton’s Critique Blog Hop.Writers gathering together to help each other (because that’s what we do!) by way of constructive critiques. Never one to turn down a chance to receive feedback on my work I leapt at the chance to join in.
It’s also nice to get in on the ground floor, so to speak. I think while the list of participants is quite small, it will be a nice thing to bounce around and see what other people are doing and enjoy the mutual exchange of feedback.
So… here are my 250 words! Well… my 250 words and then the end of the sentence. 😉
It was cold in the morgue. Then again, it always was. The temperature now, according to the wall thermometer was no different today than it had been on any other day, and yet Daniel Markfield shuddered roughly, chaffing his hands against his bare arms. He blew onto his hands, watching the condensation of his breath form a thick cloud in the air.
“Bloody thermostat.” He glared at the wall thermometer, flicking it with his fingers, waiting for the mercury to drop and show the true temperature. Nothing. He flicked it again, and blinked, startled as the mercury plummeted down the negatives.
Minus ten degrees.
Grumbling, cursing, stamping his feet, Daniel rinsed off the last of the sinks and hung the hose tap to drip dry from its round, metal hook. Gathering up the last of his autopsy instruments, he dumped them in a bowl of hot disinfectant, ready to soak before proper deep, heat cleaning.
He was glad to be done for the day; it had been a tough one.
In his job, there was never a dull day, though he wished for it, but today had been one of the oddest he had ever come across.
It had begun with a body.
There was always a body – of course there was! – but this was the body of a middle aged man, probably Caucasian, found burned to a crisp in the front seat of his car. It was the unfortunate soul caught in the front of the Jaguar which ploughed into that petrol tanker beneath City Walk bridge the day before.
The first 250 words of my current WIP Walking The Razor’s Edge. Any and all comments gladly received!
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Woohoo! Okay, I’ll catch you all next week. ^_^