A Spark of Creativity — Bewitched

Image by Reimund Bertrams from Pixabay

It all started the night Jax and I broke up. Lying in bed and crying until there were no more tears left, I decided to push past my usual fear of the dark and drive out to the lake. The water was barely rippling under a midnight blue sky that was spackled with flickering yellow night lights. The soft glow gave me courage enough to brave the boardwalk that ran along the channel.

There wasn’t another soul in sight, neither person nor nocturnal beastie, even though this was their usual playground when the diurnals vacated after sunset. Even the water seemed muffled. The leaves in the cottonwoods were still.

The only thing moving were the stars, at play on the rippling water. At times it seemed like they were chasing each other. Onward I walked until the boardwalk edge opened on the left side…