TRAGEDY
The clouds hung
low and ominous in the East. Dark and angry, a grim line pushed its way
closer and closer, threatening violence. As the
first faint rumble of thunder was heard, two strong men helped the last farmer
board the overloaded ferry. “This doesn’t look good,” commented Geremiah
as he surveyed the choppy waves on the river.
His companion eyed the sky. “Aye.” Said Anton. “The wind is already
picking up.” (I would start a new paragraph
here)The ferry was a simple craft of thick, sturdy wood planks sealed
all around with pitch. It was a long box sitting atop the water.
There was a pulley mechanism midway of the ferry where a rope, thick as a man's
arm, wound around and was pulled by the ferrymen to propel the boat along from
shore to shore.
Geremiah helped the ferrymen push off from the dock, then stood facing the cold
spray coming off the water. River and sky were both the same flat gray
color. He adjusted the saddlebag on his shoulder. He was a big man
clad in the heavy boots and leather breeches of a woodsman. His thick coat was fastened against late
winters’ chill and stretched tight across his broad shoulders. Despite his
rough attire, Geremiah was exceptionally handsome.(this
seems an odd statement, only because, lots of rough looking guys are
handsome…just sayin…) A close- cropped beard covered his strong jaw and
squared chin. His shaggy chestnut hair reached just below his upturned
collar. He had a very expressive mouth (usually prone to smiling) and
captivating green eyes. Today there was no smile.
(too many spaces after the period. One space is
standard) He chewed his bottom lip, staring anxiously over the
waves. (I’m not sure about this description.
It feels off, and very cliché. I wonder if it might be better to give us one or
two attributes and let our imagination do the rest. In fact, you could just go with the first 5 sentences. Just a thought...)
The rope creaked and the ferry shuddered as the force of the river’s current
buffeted the craft. They were hanging low in the water due to all the
extra weight of passengers and cargo trying to make the last ferry of the
season. Most days it carried ten to fifteen men and their cargo, sometimes as
much as twenty-five. Today there were forty souls, counting children and cargo
aplenty. Anton saw the tension in Geremiah’s clenched jaw.(I’m beginning to think this little ferry ride isn’t going
to end well. Great foreboding atmosphere/description.)
The clouds moved in and the sky darkened. Flashes of lightening illuminated the
swirling clouds and the rumbling increased. The ferry shuddered
again. (I think you need to start a new
paragraph here at the beginning of this dialogue - any dialogue really.)“We’re too heavy.”
Anton’s voice was filled with dread. He clutched his tiny son Wesley,
barely five seasons old, and his nephew Benji tightly to his sides, his eyes
glued on the north shore, so far away. The distance, an easy stroll on
land, seemed a mighty journey across the menacing waves. (another nice description)
Geremiah laid a hand on Anton’s shoulder. “We’ve got to lighten this
load.” Kneeling down, he faced skinny little Wesley and handed him his
saddlebag. “Hold tight to this for me, little man. I’ve something
very special in there to give my lady, Mara.”
Wesley smiled and reached for the bag. “The ring?” he whispered, leaning
toward his father’s friend.
“Yes, the ring, very important. I’m trusting you with this solemn task.
Hold tight,” He touched the bag. “to my most precious things.” The big
man stared into the child’s eyes, then winked and smiled with his crooked
grin.
“I promise.” The boy smiled back, hugging the bag.
***
Readers, what do you think of the first part of this prologue? Any comments or suggestions?
3 comments:
That ends with an uh oh. Which is good.
"The ferry was a simple craft of thick, sturdy wood planks sealed all around with pitch. It was a long box sitting atop the water..."
This description took me right out of the scene. Perhaps just describing the ferry and then stating it's a ferry later?
I'm curious to see what happens next.
I love the foreboding. The darkness of the characters' thoughts mirror the weather, which is wonderful. I agree with Marcy that the description of Geremiah is a bit much, especially in an omniscient POV. (I'm assuming it's omniscient. If you want Geremiah to be the POV character, then I would take out Anton's thoughts.)
I'm hooked.
Good images and creating drama. I'd be watch the echoing in some places and Resist Explaining. Let the reader's imagination fill in some of the emotions.
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