Her Last Encounter
It was one of the darkest nights of the year and not even the moon would show her face. Isabela had a small flashlight she found in her cupboard and was making her way toward Nickel Lake.
She knew it was only her imagination, but she could hear people whispering behind her in the dark as she walked down the dirt road that led to the water. She glanced back more than once.
The boat house was almost in view now. She could see the halo of light shining from among the dense foliage surrounding the lake.
"So he is there." She thought aloud. Most women wouldn't have continued on toward the lake in the dark not knowing what to expect. Isabela, however, was not most women.
She had something of a fire about her. It was as if when her curiosity was sparked you couldn't turn it off until it was satisfied. She was about to satisfy it. . .
She knew it was only her imagination, but she could hear people whispering behind her in the dark as she walked down the dirt road that led to the water. She glanced back more than once.
The boat house was almost in view now. She could see the halo of light shining from among the dense foliage surrounding the lake.
"So he is there." She thought aloud. Most women wouldn't have continued on toward the lake in the dark not knowing what to expect. Isabela, however, was not most women.
She had something of a fire about her. It was as if when her curiosity was sparked you couldn't turn it off until it was satisfied. She was about to satisfy it. . .