Fiction Writing Exercise #1 - Murderer on a Lake
The black water gurgled and bubbled behind the small motorboat on the lake. The solitary captain of the vessel road through the fading light of dusk and watched as the white caps of the waves left in his wake tumbled over themselves. He heaved a heavy sigh over the hushed humming of the motor, focusing instead on the crooning of the birds lining the trees along the lake. Watching, commenting on his lonely passage across the water. He bowed his head down and reached behind to shut the motor off, leaving the boat to drift for a few feet ahead. It soon stopped, and the man sat alone in his boat. Circkets on the shoreline chirped an almost ominous chorus of flat notes and broken harmony. The man felt a chill wind brush off the surace of the water, up his spine and then over his shoulders. He shivered. He coughed. He cried.