By Brandon Salkil
I sure would like to go fishing today, although the lady in the lake has made it quite difficult to do so.
The poor thing.
It’s sad, really. Face down in the water. Sprawled out and lonely like an old raft, left behind and forgotten. She wears a bright yellow dress that’s surrounded by a pool of dark red.
I wonder who she was or if she’ll be missed.
I wipe the blood from my blade.
She’ll be discovered eventually. Best not hang around for too long.
I sure would like to go fishing today.
I guess I’ll find another lake.
Nicely done.
Leaves me speechless.