The Lake

“Hey there. Yes I’m talking to you. Me, the lake. Stop looking around. I know a journalist when I see one. You probably need a story, I could give you one.”

“A story? You?” Said the man, “Prove it.”

“Well I’ve been here for more than a century or so. I’ve seen how people have used me as a wishing well, a poet trying to create an identity by telling how beautiful nature looks through his words, young children who used this place as a picnic stop; my, what an appetite they had…”

“Ok!” he replied, how about I keep an appointment with you tomorrow. By then you can decide on the juiciest stories.”

“Done.” Said the lake. As the man walked away, the lake said quietly to itself, “Looks like another story to tell.”


roger’s sunset

The photo prompt has been given by Rogers Bulltot at the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The word prompts have been given by Eloise Greenfield at the Sunday Whirligig and the WordPress Daily Prompt.

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