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Days End At The Lake

Trailing bird call echoed in the fading light. At the far end of the stilling lake a final fiery explosion of sunlight swirling the purple clouds into deeper violet. The clouds dropped their purple-grey curtain on the setting sun. The colours yield to the darkness while gentle hushing waves undulate against the rocky shore. In the twilight ripples of fish dart and leap at skating water spiders and cavorting gnats dancing just above its surface. A lone wail of despair pierces the silence of the blackened forest. A heartbeat precedes a second longer thread of anguish. A shriek. A body falls into the deep. Another forest secret is sealed.

Story by:

Mary Ellen Friday

30 March 2014