The Lake Recalls
A Drabble that Remembers...Vividly.
This is for Mikeydred's May Prompt.
The damselflies danced-until she returned. Michelle Liew
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May was tough for Eddie--he'd walk to the lake for conversations.
The damselflies there were partners.
They hung onto his every word. Pranced with his excitement. Buzzed with his fear. Their wings drooped with his sadness.
That May was different. The flies didn't prance. They didn't unfurl their wings.
They hovered above the lilies, fixated on Eddie as he approached.
With someone. Sweet. Dimpled. With lengthy, black tresses.
They kissed. The damselflies hovered closer, unblinking.
When they left, the flies disappeared. In their place stood a woman.
Pale, with black tresses.
She was his; before he made the lake her home.
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About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (7)
Oh, my, I don't think I'd want to go to the lake with him
This is some interesting stuff. The idea of the damselflies reacting to Eddie's emotions is cool. Made me wonder if there's a deeper meaning to their transformation into the woman. Have you ever seen nature act like this in real life, where it seems to respond to human emotions? Also, what do you think the woman represents in relation to Eddie?
Well-wrought! A different take on the Lady of the Lake, or perhaps just a different lady and a different lake!
great ambiguous drabble , thank you for another for the May prompt
I'm not sure if the ending was meant to be happy or scary 😅😅
For some reason this came through dark and gothic to me! such evocative writing in such a short piece is impressive! great work, Michelle!
This is beautiful and the liking the colour blue makes my senses receive it effortlessly