REWIND – #flashfictionmagic
They knew the lake was haunted when they dove in.
It had been a wholesome sort of day, full of hikes and scorched food and poisonous mushrooms carefully collected. She brought him a mountain laurel sprig, and he gave her a mossy rock.
They were so happy.
And then they found the lake, the one no one was supposed to be able to find unless they needed it desperately. They didn’t feel needy, but who could disregard a gift from the earth like this?
And so they dove in.
And every year, on this day, no matter where they were, the lake transported them back. For twenty-four hours, they laughed and hiked and admired flowers again.
The year the doctors discovered cancer in his brain, they had that one day of no sickness, no sadness.
The year their son stopped taking their calls, they had that one day of skipping rocks across the lake’s surface. Full of love for each other, complete in each other.
And this year, when she went to stand by a fresh grave to lay a mountain laurel sprig beside it, she was transported there.
He waited by the shore, a mossy stone cupped in his hands and a smile on his face.