The grey mare

Prolouge

From his seat in the back corner, Pete glanced out the pub's misted window. It was a rainy day, (like usual in London) but for Pete, that was not a concern. Pete loved the rain. It always had calming, peaceful presence about it. The light grey skies, and the constant, calming pitter patter of the raindrops hitting the ground gave him a peaceful feeling that everything was alright, and under control.

 Inside the Grey Mare, there is about 5 people, Pete watches them with interest. Each one has a story, though their stories will never be told... not because they are more boring than the common celebrities, but simply because they don't know how to speak it out. This, is were Pete is different, Pete is a writer ( a darn good one at that) but he doesn't make much out of it, he might sell the odd poem or short story, but never enough to make a living. 

That is why Pete is also a high school teacher, not a job Pete is very fond of, however. The students don't appreciate literature much at his school, not the great poets of old, or new. To them, if it wasn't on film, it wasn't worth their time. A job is a job and a living is a living was his mantra with regards to those issues.

 Pete shifts his attention back to the people in the pub, he thinks about their stories. Wonders what their faces have to tell... he considers the man sitting at the bar, alone with several empty bottles surrounding him. His wife might have left him, or he might have lost something precious to him, Pete wonders how he got to the place of pain that he is in right now, and considers how his story folds out. It most likely is a story filled with pain, then again... so is everyones.

Author's Note

might be too short... lemme know what you think?

Reviews

[roarke]

Your writing is very clear and understandable. It gives a clear introduction to Peter but the last paragraph leaves me up in the air in terms of purpose or intent, especially going into the detail set-up of the second/first chapter.
I'm interested in Peter from the prologue, is the Grey Mare a special place where life unfolds and is told by Peter? Why does Peter go to the Grey Mare? Is it his inspiration for writing and a refuge from his teaching gig?
Even foreshadowing some information about these questions here would keep it from being up in the air leading into your next chapter. Your writing style moves easily and paints with both a wide brush as well as a detailed brush, that makes for interesting reading.