An Afternoon at the Lake
Some memories come hard and fast, and when they do they can’t be contained.
Some memories come hard and fast, and when they do they can’t be contained.
by: E.B. Johnson
(Note: This is a short story inspired by the 250-word Microfiction Challenge presented by NYCMidnight)
Mira sat by the water’s edge with her legs folded to her chest. The afternoon sun was high and its reflection rippled across the l…