
River Rush
John always brought extra buckets on our river trips. Never mind the well, he always insisted on bringing back what he called God’s liquid vision.
As the temperature began to cool, our yearning for visiting the now ice-platted stream dampened, but John still insisted on going. In some ways, I couldn’t blame him. The auburn light was perfect, tackling the slushy, crystalline frost with more luminosity than the finest old-world silverware. And there you were, faced with the sight of you, parted on a whited riverbank, and those eyes – a true looking-glass.
Once Sunday Service came around, the Village did as we always did, but the damp sight of John’s wet, brown overcoat sent the congregation into gossip.
“How could his mother let him out in such a thing?”
“That boy will surely get sick, how utterly irresponsible!”
“I always knew he was a strange one, too unfortunate of a life with that mother…”
Numb to the lingering eyes and quick lips, John sat there. Slightly shivering, but always his intent, slightly serious self. It wasn’t until the parish began our departure, that he collapsed. Out like a heavy stone on a guilty witch, his skin twinkled ice blue.
“I knew this would happen!”
“Someone get him some blankets before the cold sets in!”
“We ought to know better here! Children do not just end up dripping wet and victims of exhaustion…”
I hoped he would get better, but for all I knew he might be truly frozen. Maybe I should have done something, but what would everyone else think? I – Abigal Binx – lend aid to the peculiar, sopping boy? I couldn’t dare think of the accusations then:
“A strange girl she is too…”
“We best investigate this matter more seriously.”
A crowd had gathered in the morrow. On the river trail, they went, murmuring about the troubled John boy and his imprudent mother. I walked with them – worried but reserved.
A few gasps were unleashed and crosses signed.
There he was, frozen under the ice, enveloped in backscattered self-portraits. His eyes, like mine, still looking at his crystal-clear self.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleHello Robert, and welcome to Voice Club. Between your picture and the ending of your story, you really have me shivering and shaking. What a great first story! I hope to read more from you.
Thank you, Fuji! I look forward to writing more stories on here 🙂
Hello Robert! I really enjoyed reading this story. You have incorporated such beautiful imagery. “Out like a heavy stone on a guilty witch…” I loved this line. It is clear you are a great writer! Very nice portrayal of people’s reactions to anyone different. A chilling story in a chilling setting. Looking forward to reading more of your stories.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThank, you Heather! I’m glad you enjoyed the story ?
Welcome to Voice.Club Robert. What a powerful, moving and tragic story. Loved your descriptive imagery. I loathed the gossipy, prejudiced church goers! They were too quick to condemn but slow to act!
Thank you, Margarida! I’m glad you enjoyed the story. I find “tribe” mentality a really interesting thing to write about, so I’m happy that you really picked up on that!
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleI really enjoyed this story, Robert. I thought your choice of words was amazing in setting a tone appropriate to the setting. I have one question from the second paragraph – “… and there you were…” – not sure who the “you” is in this line. Are you able to clarify without giving anything away to those reading this post?
Thank you, Preston! I suppose by “you” I meant both the reader and the character. By directing some ambiguity and twisting the point of view, I hoped that it would add to some of the mystery, scene-setting, and interpretation that I was looking for. Again, especially with this piece, I wanted to give the reader multiple areas of freedom regarding plot and narration. ?
Thanks Robert! You definitely created an interesting, thought-provoking mystery. Well done.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleI really like your powerful first story, Robert T. Well done.
Welcome to Voice club. I am looking forward to reading more stories from you.