(Author’s note: Still working on the story. Been dealing with some things that have come up since. A little under the weather with a throat infection. Getting better, though.)
Reflections (On The Lake)
by Miles H. Rost
Paul Marcus looked over the lily-pad covered lake, deep in thought.
“Where did the time go? Not long ago, I was 24 and full of spirit. Now I’m 35 and broken.”
He looked at the small bobs coming up from the lake, stirring a pad or two.
He thought back to the opportunities that were there, that he missed because he was focused on one dream. A one track mind, and that track derailed a year before.
Sitting back in a chair under the shade of a gazebo, he looked at his watch.
“6 more hours until I need to be home.”