Hello Soldier_Mike,
Enjoyed reading your semitragic/comic story. "Poor schmuck," is right!!!
Your writing is smooth and flows well with few grammatical errors, very descriptive, and the plot is amusing and entertaining with a definite beginning, middle, and ending.
I have a few suggestions--my opinion only, so take it as just that from a "critter" who likes helping good writers !!!
Major things I look for when critiquing include a beginning "hook" to gain the reader's interest, plot sequencing, "in-scene" writing(acts like a TV camera recording the characters' actions and their dialogue) and misuse of pronouns which make for "fuzzy" content and slows reading comprehension.
Below, I copied your story and will add comments.
Apparently," said Ed, as he finished clearing an area in the snow for the medics to carry out the stretcher, "he and the missus had a doozy of an argument. Yes, you began with an inciting incident but immediately flashbacked to information neither fireman could have known--a detective, yes, but firemen???
Too many pronouns.
He said some things and she said some things, breakables were exchanged against the walls. So, he shouted something about it being warmer out here than in the room with her, grabbed a bottle of Jack, his sleeping bag and tent, and stormed out. Looks like he set up camp here, probably thinking the overhang would provide some shelter from the wind and snow."
Scott he might have been introduced in the beginning paragraph with Ed and described as firemn from the first. finished the path from the concrete slab to the mound of broken snow. He turned to his partner.
"Can you believe all this snow, Ed?" he asked. "It was really coming down last night, but look at the sky now."
Both firemen gazed into the Colorado morning sky, struck by the clear, deep blue even as they squinted in the glare of reflected sunshine off of the pure white landscape.
"Yeah, it sure is pretty. And how about that wind, blowing everything all over? It really piled the snow up around his tent, didn't it? Covered it right over in no time and gave him that wind screen he was looking for. Unfortunately, for him, it also made a huge drift off the overhang. The drift broke off and landed right on the tent. Added to the snow it was already carrying, the tent collapsed under the weight, and I guess he couldn't fight his way out. With that empty bottle, he might not even have tried. He was all curled up at the bottom of his sleeping bag, and then he got trapped."
"Poor schmuck," Scott muttered watching the medics carry the stretcher with the victim's body draped in black cloth as he opened the door from the patio into the house. "Suffocated in his own backyard. Go figure."
If you are going to rewrite from POV of Schmuck, I like this as the opening hook. The "Go figure" comment could flashback to the couple's argument.
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