Posted on | 7 years, 7 months ago, in the late afternoon | 3 Comments
For Not Flesh Nor Feathers.
Sometimes, it’s the very hardest part — just distilling what you want the story to look like, down to a few paragraphs. Anyway, here’s the tentative copy I’m building from:
- Down by the river, the first to go missing were not much missed.
They were a handful of homeless men foraging through trash, or nuisance skater kids who rolled their boards along the planked piers at night. Their small disappearances were not noteworthy enough to delay the city’s new downtown development project … and when the Waterfront Apartments were finally finished, Eden was one of the first to apply for a lease.
But deep beneath the riverbank, the evidence of a terrible crime has now been covered up twice.
When a prominent city official vanishes into the water, panic rises downtown. A TVA dam falters and the river swells; and as the Tennessee creeps over its banks, it dredges up death from its own polluted bed. Nineteen victims of a long-ago slaughter walk when the water rises, patrolling the banks and dragging the living down to a muddy grave. No one remembers how they died and no one knows what they want, but Eden’s aunt Louise suspects more than she’s able to explain.
The river rose once before in recent memory, back in 1973. Louise was still a girl then, but in one awful night she learned a terrible truth about the things a river can hide.
Some secrets are never washed away; instead they are patient, and they bide their time. They wait for the water to lift them again so they can prowl for the justice that was denied them ninety years ago. But in ninety years a city’s shape changes, and where justice can no longer be found, vengeance may have to suffice.
A little overdone and cheesy? Yeah, sure.
But it basically says what I want it to.