I Write Short Stories
The Lake... Sunshine and sailboats. Fishermen and docks. Sand, wind and fun. The lake is where I go to find peace. A couple hours drive, you pass a bunch of trees and the view of the lake opens up. I always wonder how I can still drive while being captivated by that beautiful water.
A few weeks ago a friend of mine called and she was extremely upset. I never knew that she and I had this lake in common, but I quickly and sadly learned she knew of it. Through her tears she said that her brother went fishing on the lake and never came home. The worst was feared and assumed because of the temperature of the water. As she sobbed, I pictured the lake in my mind. Something that was always serene to me, now seemed morbid. Prayers were offered by me and I tried to console her as best I could.
Two days had passed and there was no sight of him. He sunk below the surface and left everyone behind. A young life that was gone and it was because of the lake. My lake.
Weeks went by and a trip to the lake was planned for my family. I drove down the road and saw the area of trees approaching. I was very near. Once past the trees, I saw the lake. I found myself talking. Talking to him. Telling him "hello". Telling him that his sister missed him. Telling him that she loved him. It felt comfortable to talk to a soul that was gone. I found some peace in it.
We vacationed for three days and on my final day, I took my camera and captured a picture of the lake while the sun was going down. The sun shined on the surface of the water like diamonds under bright light. Moving and sparkling. The top of the lake seemed so full of life. Below these beautiful specks of life was total darkness.
The darkness took my friend's brother. And the surface showed life. His life. Sparkling like diamonds. I took a picture. The picture captured more than just the lake. It captured life and death. Light and darkness. His light and his darkness. But his light is and always will be like sparkling diamonds.
(Attached is the picture)
A few weeks ago a friend of mine called and she was extremely upset. I never knew that she and I had this lake in common, but I quickly and sadly learned she knew of it. Through her tears she said that her brother went fishing on the lake and never came home. The worst was feared and assumed because of the temperature of the water. As she sobbed, I pictured the lake in my mind. Something that was always serene to me, now seemed morbid. Prayers were offered by me and I tried to console her as best I could.
Two days had passed and there was no sight of him. He sunk below the surface and left everyone behind. A young life that was gone and it was because of the lake. My lake.
Weeks went by and a trip to the lake was planned for my family. I drove down the road and saw the area of trees approaching. I was very near. Once past the trees, I saw the lake. I found myself talking. Talking to him. Telling him "hello". Telling him that his sister missed him. Telling him that she loved him. It felt comfortable to talk to a soul that was gone. I found some peace in it.
We vacationed for three days and on my final day, I took my camera and captured a picture of the lake while the sun was going down. The sun shined on the surface of the water like diamonds under bright light. Moving and sparkling. The top of the lake seemed so full of life. Below these beautiful specks of life was total darkness.
The darkness took my friend's brother. And the surface showed life. His life. Sparkling like diamonds. I took a picture. The picture captured more than just the lake. It captured life and death. Light and darkness. His light and his darkness. But his light is and always will be like sparkling diamonds.
(Attached is the picture)
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