Lake Lewisia #321

The figure looked even darker than usual, sodden as they were with rainwater, when she approached the old dock under the shelter of an umbrella. “Will you come inside somewhere, if I ask,” she wondered as they watched the raindrops hit the lake’s surface. “Will you stay out here, if I ask,” they countered, and she settled in with the umbrella poised over them both.

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