Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Lake

Published on by Yinglan

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There is a lake not far from my grandparents’ property. I would go there all the time when I was a kid.

In the summer when it’s 100+ degrees, I would dip my feet in the water and just sit like that for hours. Then in the winter, when the lake is frozen solid, I would bring my skates and would dance and twirl like a ballerina on ice.

Alas, no longer. That fateful day had ruin my eternity.

I was to visit them that day. I remember parking my car by the curb and climbing the ten-steps that led to the front door. I rang and rang the doorbell but no one answered. Their windows were open and there weren’t signs of a break-in. “Grandma, grandpa?” I cried before entering the house through a window. There was nobody inside.

I ran back outside. Then I didn’t know why, I was running toward the lake. There, I gasped and screamed because there they were, holding hands, floating face down in the water.

(~171 Words)

I am participating in Priceless Joy’s flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above. 

21 thoughts on “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: The Lake”

  2. I can’t decide if it’s romantically sad or sadly romantic. You did a great job of setting up the lake as this idyllic retreat for the narrator, only to ruin it in the last line. nicely done!

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