Your writing critiqued
Andrew Hill was a boy soldier back in the 1960s. On returning to civvie street he went to drama school to train as an actor. Later he joined the civil service as a court clerk in the Ministry of Justice. On retiring from the MoJ he returned to acting and also wrote his first novel Verbatim, which was published by The Book Guild. Andrew left school with no educational qualifications but now has a BA largely in philosophy, an MA in playwriting studies and a diploma in law.
It is 2015, and has been a cold night.1 Is the old man awake?2 He doesn’t know; his waking hours are so like his slumber.3
It is 1965, and has been a cold night, but the young man is tucked up in bed and warm, that is something Frank, to give him his name, lies awake in the silence. What are his thoughts? Perhaps this is thinking of the girlfriend he left behind. Perhaps of what is for breakfast. Perhaps wishing it was warmer; it can get bitterly cold on the parade square with a whistling, wintry wind producing near arctic conditions. Perhaps he’s wishing he’d never joined up. At least it isn’t raining, there is silence from the ceiling, not the echoing of a torrent beating down on the roof of the wooden hut that is now Frank’s home.
