Descriptive Essay: The Man By Alice Clark
The Man
The salty wind sent Alice Clark’s hair rushing behind her as the boat pulled closer to the dock of the small land mass only minutes away. From her standing position leaning over the rail, she could see the figures of the few people who inhabited the remote place just off of the coast of Nova Scotia. It seemed they had all shown up to see the tourists getting off of the ferry—the visitors of the day.
The ferry came to a slow screechy halt at the end of the dock and Alice put the strap of her camera around her neck, ready to catch every snippet of the landscape of this beautifully untouched place. She looked over to see her mother and grandfather standing beside her.
“Look,” her grandfather laughed, pointing at a man standing over the bed of his truck, looking at the tourists expectantly. He was an older guy sporting a worn-out cowboy hat over his long shaggy grey hair.
“Now he’s a character,” Alice’s mother replied.
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She rose from her bed, quickly getting dressed and brushing her hair. She entered the kitchen where everyone was huddled closely around the television. “Good morning!” she stated happily, only to get yelled at to quiet down. “What’s happening?” she asked innocently.
“Look,” was the only thing her sister had to reply.
Staring at Alice through her television screen was a mugshot. The mugshot of the man she had taken the picture of the day before. “What?” Alice replied, completely stunned. No one answered. They all just stared astounded at the television.
“Greg Mortland, fifty-three, was arrested for the murder of his son-in-law early this morning,” the news reporter droned on. “Sources tell us while his daughter came to visit, the suspect had an argument with the deceased, who was shot several times.”
“Well, would you look at that,” Alice’s grandfather stated in shock.
All Alice could think was, It’s a good thing he didn’t see me take that
The salty wind sent Alice Clark’s hair rushing behind her as the boat pulled closer to the dock of the small land mass only minutes away. From her standing position leaning over the rail, she could see the figures of the few people who inhabited the remote place just off of the coast of Nova Scotia. It seemed they had all shown up to see the tourists getting off of the ferry—the visitors of the day.
The ferry came to a slow screechy halt at the end of the dock and Alice put the strap of her camera around her neck, ready to catch every snippet of the landscape of this beautifully untouched place. She looked over to see her mother and grandfather standing beside her.
“Look,” her grandfather laughed, pointing at a man standing over the bed of his truck, looking at the tourists expectantly. He was an older guy sporting a worn-out cowboy hat over his long shaggy grey hair.
“Now he’s a character,” Alice’s mother replied.
“Take his picture!” her …show more content…
She rose from her bed, quickly getting dressed and brushing her hair. She entered the kitchen where everyone was huddled closely around the television. “Good morning!” she stated happily, only to get yelled at to quiet down. “What’s happening?” she asked innocently.
“Look,” was the only thing her sister had to reply.
Staring at Alice through her television screen was a mugshot. The mugshot of the man she had taken the picture of the day before. “What?” Alice replied, completely stunned. No one answered. They all just stared astounded at the television.
“Greg Mortland, fifty-three, was arrested for the murder of his son-in-law early this morning,” the news reporter droned on. “Sources tell us while his daughter came to visit, the suspect had an argument with the deceased, who was shot several times.”
“Well, would you look at that,” Alice’s grandfather stated in shock.
All Alice could think was, It’s a good thing he didn’t see me take that