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Date Posted: 12:53:25 10/08/02 Tue
Author: Anonymous
Subject: The Lake

"Boomer!", he yelled as the
screen door slammed behind
him. "Where is that darn dog?",
he thought as he headed for the
shed where his fishing eqipment
was kept. Just then the springer
spaniel came bounding around
the corner of the shed; his tail
wagging ninty miles a minute.
"Bout time dog. Another 30
seconds and you'd been left
behind." He gathered the pole
and tackle box and started for
the trail that ran behind his house and down to the lake. No matter how many
times he'd been on the trail he was still awed by the beauty of the area. Trees
grew as high as the sky. Flowers burst out as soon as the sun rose. "Yep", he
speculated, there was nowhere prettier on earth. .

He rounded the corner and caught site of the lake shimmering in the morning sun. He
strolled over to the tiny boat moored at the landing. After he loaded his fishing gear he
gentle lowered Boomer into the boat and climbed in behind him. He started rowing for
the middle of the lake where his favorite fishing spot is located. He'd been coming to
this spot for 6 months now and couldn't get enough of it. He really didn't catch a lot of fish
but he was drawn back, time after time, anyway. Something kept him coming back to
the lake, something pulled at him if he even missed a single day. He pushed those
thoughts aside and let the beauty of the lake engulf him. Basking in the warmth of the
sun, he settled down and started baiting his pole.

He woke up with a start when Boomer let out a howl. "Darn",
he thought, "I must have fallen asleep". He looked around and saw the sun already
starting to set. He scratched his chin as he wondered what would have made him sleep
the day away like that. As he sat, bewildered, he noticed his pole, next to him, hadn't
been used at all. Just then Boomer sprang to the other side of the boat and let out
another long howl. "What is with you, dog?" he snapped, but Boomer didn't stop and
another moan escaped. Boomer started clawing at the wood located at the end of the
boat. Confused by these strange actions, the man got up to investigate. He peered over
the edge of the boat and there in the water, just below the surface, was a woman's face
staring up at him.
Her beauty startled him. So enthralled was he, that it took longer than it should have for
him to realize she seemed in no distress being under water that long. His brain, trying to
take all this in, wasn't registering as fast as it usually did. The soothing sound of the
rippling water had lulled him into a false sense of contentment.
As he reached down to the woman, hoping to help her out, the water sprung up and
surrounded him pulling him into a pool of darkness. He was gone before anyone could
have reacted. Boomer sat in the middle of the boat howling for the master that would
never come back. Growling at the "thing" that emerged from the waves. The woman
grinning at some well kept secret.

"I'll take it!" the man exclaimed to the Real Estate Agent. He shook his head and hid the
smile that wanted to escape. He just made a beauty of a deal for the cabin at the lake.
The moment he walked down the trail to the lake he could hear the water beckoning him.
He knew he would be happy here. Happy living with nature. Happy that he was so close
to the lake for fishing. "After all", he mused, "I could hear that lake calling my name the
first time I saw it". Yep, there was something about the lake that kept calling him
back...............



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[> Re: The Lake -- Anonymous, 21:47:46 12/06/02 Fri

The author is Becci Irving of Oxnard, California


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