A prologue of what?
A prologue of Accounting for Murder, Book II, Old Money : the new book I have talked about in my last blog.
Why have a prologue?
Sometimes a prologue is a chapter that is out of sequence with the rest of the book. For instance, it may describe an incident some time before the start of the story which influences everything that happens later This could be an accident in the hero’s childhood or an earlier meeting between two characters.
In other cases, there may be an incident in the book which the author wants people to read before they reach it in the normal sequence. In Accounting for Murder, Book I, Double Entry, the prologue showed my hero in a dangerous situation. I hoped you would want to read on to find out how he got into it – and how he got out of it.
Another type of prologue is one that sets the scene for the book. It might include some clues or the narrator’s thoughts about the situation. That is the case for Book II, Old Money.
Here’s the prologue, to set the scene.
Some people are hard to avoid. I was walking the dog towards home and as we approached Llandaff Cathedral I couldn’t help noticing the woman. She was elderly, well-dressed and alert. She was holding a bundle of leaflets. At that moment there was nobody between us, and evasive action would have involved quite a detour, as well as an argument with Max, our Staffordshire Bull Terrier. Inevitably, the woman noticed me and held out a leaflet inviting me to a special service where a guest speaker would explore Christianity and the supernatural. I confessed to having little interest in either. She asked if I wanted prayer for anything. I said there was nothing. Just as I thought I had escaped, she handed me a small card, saying there was a message on it for me. I thanked her, although I wasn’t sure why, and allowed Max to drag me away.
“The ox knows his owner, the ass his master’s crib.” – Isaiah I: 3. I read it several times and wondered what it meant. As a self-employed accountant, I had no owner or master. Perhaps it referred to my clients. Did it mean I should serve them diligently? I thought I did. Hmm… Could I do more? Then again, perhaps it meant I hould know where I belonged. Stick to what I knew? I didn’t need a message from God or anyone else to tell me that. I wasn’t looking for new challenges. Yet for some unknown reason, I kept the card. The message would keep coming back to me. I never thought it could be a clue to a murder. I had solved one, some six months before, and had no intention of making a habit of it. Anyway, it was time to go to a client.
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