The Lake's Lover

A 100 word story.

Photo by Hamed Alayoub on Unsplash

Shannon was in love with the lake, and the lake loved her. When she slipped into its cool embrace, she could hear it murmur:

“The toxic behaviour of past lovers forced me to harden my heart, but with your help, I can open up again.”

Shannon dove to the lake’s bed and pushed aside slimy slabs to reveal her lover’s quivering heart, as large as Shannon herself. She turned to rise to the surface, but a dark tendril slipped out of the beating mass, coiled round her ankle and caressed her thigh.

“If you loved me, you wouldn’t seek air.”

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I started two stories last week, but didn’t get past 500 words on either of them, so I thought I’d post this in lieu of something more substantial. I swear one day I will get into a routine! Going forward I’ll try to post two stories a week on set days - I’ll have a think on what days work best.

I’m also going to take out the numbering from my story titles, although I’ll keep count separately so I know how many stories I’ve done so far this year. This one is #42.

If you want to read another one of my 100 word stories, check out Finnegan’s Arch.

What are your thoughts on The Lake's Lover? I’d love to hear what you think works and what doesn’t, or how it could be improved.