Tuesday Tales and Healing Waters

October 09, 2017

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.

A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. However, once per month, we write to an image. This week it's the picture prompt. You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This will be an excerpt from my new yet-to-be-named WIP.

Enjoy!~

The moss-covered cypress trees framed the invisible lake. She considered it invisible because she knew where to go to hide away from the throngs of day to day life. Simple nature calmed her soul. Tangles of aquatic plants flourished in the natural body of water. The only natural large lake in Texas. Also famed as the largest natural lake in the South, the lake had a mystical reputation. People came to get lost, to get away from hectic life of nosy, invasive civilization.

She was there to get lost, to get far away from the not only the things happening in her life, but, the way she felt about those things. Nothing was going right, she couldn’t find her sense of balance, and somewhere, she’d mostly lost her capacity to care. Although, she probably never had much give a damn in the first place.

Sunlight warmed her skin from the cool of the autumn morning. The trees kept their leafy coverings for just a bit longer before the chill of the impending winter signaled their shed. Planning to stay the day, a sort of breakfast lunch combination of random foods filled her backpack, leaving just enough room for a blanket.

Closing her eyes, she encouraged any natural mysticism to envelope her, forcing apprehensive and nagging thoughts to the bottom of her consciousness, where those type of reminders belonged. Willing the lake to wash away negativity, she briefly contemplated jumping in, but, that would certainly cut her trip short. Such a rash move would soak her in waters deceivingly colder than they appeared. So, a theoretical washing away would have to do, or she’d spend her day trying to warm up instead of forgetting.

But, if she didn’t feel better by the close of afternoon, she might just jump in anyway.

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