Chapter 1

Birds of a Feather

So, where to start? I guess for everything to make sense I have to start from the beginning. Not the very beginning, but far enough back to make this a story worth reading.
It starts in my small, two roomed apartment in the heart of Sydney. Usually you might associate such a setting with a young adult beginning a new and grown up life in the city. But i have been here for awhile, living quite contently on a moderate income in this very moderate building by myself. I have lived alone ever since I moved from my parent’s house in the suburbs. I find it suites my lifestyle. I have never had many friends and I realized long ago that I was a bit of a loner, but that never bothered me. Even now, living in my city apartment the closest people I have to friends are my neighbors and coworkers and Fred, who stumbled into my life not to long ago.

This work of fiction is (c) Copyright Christopher Sarman 2011