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…



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