Nov 30, 2020
2 min read
An Afternoon at the Lake
Some memories come hard and fast, and when they do they can’t be contained.
by: E.B. Johnson
(Note: This is a short story inspired by the 250-word Microfiction Challenge presented by NYCMidnight)
Mira sat by the water’s edge with her legs folded to her chest. The afternoon sun was high and its reflection rippled across…
