by Rachel Green

The center of the lake was the calmest place Melissa knew. The azure of the sky as she floated on her back during the heat of a summer day made it a haven of tranquility. She drifted with the slight current. It wasn't much of one for the lake was landlocked, sandwiched between the Freemont hills and the Tribune forest but it was enough to carry her closer to the shore. She didn't want to go there. That was where Terry's body lay, still torn and bloody where she'd attacked him with the log before slipping into the cleansing water.


Rachel Green is the chronicler of the demon Jasfoup.


Stephanie Wright said...

So peaceful for its conclusion. Gorgeous, evocative writing, Rachel.

Joe said...

You had my attention from the first word to the last word. A chilling, yet somehow tranquil piece; just a great, rich tapestry of words woven by a uniquely talented prose writer. A wonderful voice she has!