An intense fear suddenly passed through Billy’s mind. It twisted and grew, quickly becoming something that even he could not ignore. Suddenly the boat became like a teetering toothpick, and the water around him like two black jaws ready to swallow him up at a moment’s notice. The coldness that Billy had felt before began to creep up on him once more. Billy tried not to look at the freezing water, colder than ice, but could not pull his gaze away from the specter of death. Now, death had been following his boat for quite a while now. It had skimmed along the surface, never out of sight but always ready to peek its head when Billy was at his weakest. He did not fear death, he realized, but the troubles it brought were more than he could bear.
I used Hurston’s views on death to create my pastiche, as well as a protagonist, antagonist and an intense atmosphere, which Hurston does well in creating.
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