Past the bend, out of sight of the lake houses, we locked our oars.
The night was quiet, the air was still, the moon was full, the lake was a mirror.
We had our own moon, our own sky, a billion stars shining their light in the depths beneath us.
Bob Thurber is the author of six books. Regarded as a master of Flash and Micro Fiction, his work has appeared in Esquire and other magazines, been anthologized 60 times, received a long list of awards, and been utilized in schools and colleges throughout the world. He resides in Massachusetts. Visit his website at BobThurber.net.
As always, sublime story.
Beautiful imagery
A story has a beginning, middle, and end. That is not present in this piece. It is merely imagery.
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