Silver Lake Read Count : 104

Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Thriller
Sky was reflecting in silver on the surface of the grey lake, as calm as it was frozen in a dream. On its south coast young willows caressed its waters with their branches, striped only by small stones thrown against its mirror waters from time to time.
On the silk waves, frozen in humility appeared image, which made water to dance attempting to escape from it. Another stone flew cutting the water, where his picture reflected. He was standing there, tall, pale, cheekbones was giving his face that characteristic, hair black as raven wings falling on his back almost reaching his waist. A few more seconds needed water to calm just to meet his blood red eyes, like eyes of a predator waiting its prey to make a mistake. 
Butterflies circling around the crawling on the coast bushes fly away, small fishes from the shallows hide in the bottom, at the branches of the willow some loud jay silenced and fly away to the forest.
He remained calm, as nothing and nobody exist around him. He wade into the silver water and his clothes got wet and weight, but he kept walking until the water reached his chest. He stopped and closed his eyes. Miles around there was no soul, he could kill someone, nobody would know. He could kill himself too. 
Only the red spheres of his eyes flickers on the water surface, everything else was drowned in flat grayness. Everything was asleep in silent sleep. Without emotions, without expectation or hope, without fear, without today or tomorrow. 
Alex passed his hand to the lake’s surface caressing its water, then he switch and splashed it, silent scream came from his chest. His look was became fierce that he was startled from himself, turned back to the surface but it seemed so far now. 
“It’s what you are” he whispered in something between disgust and disappointment. “You are dead, you kill everything you touch.”
He dives, staying like that, waiting for something to happen, sailing on the surface as a detached leaf. Broken on pieces, cold, foreign to this entire world.
Rain started, falling from the sky, turning the entire lake into a perturb reflection of a uneasy kid. Alex was sailing on its waters and drops crashed on his skin as a tear of a mother lost her child. 
He could not cry, he doesn’t know how to, and he doubted tears could express that emptiness he felt inside. Grey, flat as the surface of the silver lake, silent, mute, speechless. Macabre, huge, empty.

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  • Apr 15, 2018

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