Vinny Meehan

My Liege

I used to find the sound of the lake in the night to be calming, lovely even. My daughter and I would go down on chilly autumn mornings and I would read her some of her favorite stories, spending hours curled up together on the rickety bench that was only comfortable because we were together. Before I knew it, we would just be sitting together, her reading on her own, quietly snorting to herself as I just sit and listen. To the lake. To her.