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The Lake

by Jonathan Hill
Originally published by on 01/11/2015

It was known for ice-skating when I was a child. The lake, that is. Everyone used to gather there throughout winter, either to brave the ice or stand huddled together and watch. My mother would beg me not to go there, insisting it wasn’t safe and that I’d fall through the ice. Oh, the relief on her face when I’d return…

Now it’s known as the lake where I was found. And for once my mother did want the ice to crack and cave in, as she stood there watching my battered, ravaged body become free from its icy prison.

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