The following is the opening three paragraphs to my primary manuscript. The working title is 'Regicide', previously titled 'A Priori Rex'; a literary and legal reference I'm not sure anyone would get.
I'm looking for any feedback you can give, and willing to provide feedback of my own.
The genre is speculative/science fiction. The opening scene (below) takes place during the opening ceremony of FIFA world cup, in Husky Stadium, Seattle, in 2052.
Regicide: Prologue, Opening (249 words)
The rising sun casts a long, broad shadow from the stadium walls. In the center of the field stands a lone bronzed man with black hair tied into a top knot. It’s forty degrees – a near record cold for June – but he seems oblivious of the chill. Despite the cold, he is wearing only the simple white fundoshi and hachimaki, a linen loincloth and twisted fabric headband which keeps the sweat from his eyes. He is drumming, and the grass at his feet quivers with the sound of his strikes on the ō-daiko.
The great drum is twenty feet in diameter and has been shipped from Japan on the world’s largest transport aircraft; the child of a behemoth born in the Soviet era. It took sixty men to move the lacquered giant by hand to the center of the soccer field. No machines, sharp implements, chains, or metal objects are permitted near it. The workers who move it wear clothes without buttons for fear of scratching the finish. The body of the drum is made from a single cathedral redwood harvested on Vancouver Island, and the skin is made of material that approximates the properties of a hide.
The sound of the man’s strikes on the great drum are primal. It rolls over the stadium in great waves, and the hairs on my neck and arms stand on end as if drawn by static. My heartbeat matches time with the drum. The sounds are life and death.