The Frozen Pond

Short story

Photo by Michal Matlon on Unsplash

It was the Dog Days of August when the creeks all dried up. What water was left went sour and the little pond up at Joe Parker’s farm — the farm nearest mine and Nelly’s childhood home — had gone green with stink and lack of stir; everything that late summer was an ugly mix of hot sweat and humidity.

And despite all of this heat, this is a story of a frozen pond and the mystery that created…