Flash Fiction Friday

Flash Fiction Friday: Across the Lake (Part 1)

Flash Fiction Friday

Mackinac Island: Across the Lake(Part 1)

Over Labor Day I visited Mackinaw City and Mackinac Island as is my family tradition. Though, this year I took no photos. This year I observed the world around me and drew pictures with my words, sparking the memories of the scenes that laid out before me. Here is the first in a series of scenes I saw.

The sun peaks over the horizon, waking slowly as it decides whether or not it wants to start the day. Though, it has a duty, a responsibility to those who thrive off its energy and with that reminder alone the sun forces itself into the sky.

Light reflects off the lake. The uneven texture of the water greets the sun for the first time this morning, clashing together in a mix of blue and gold. Just above the discordance of elements a lone gull flies. Skimming the edge of the softly waving waters, it gives little thought to the ferry drifting past.

A certain sense of peace washes over the world. A refreshing calm ensues from watching the sun rise off the horizon, where it sets the world aglow in a fresh, vibrant yellow. So vibrant that even the distant haze catches the color, morphing from its mysterious grey into a blinding white. It’s through this blaze of light that an outline appears. A shadow of sorts it forms an island, a promise of land, yet it reveals not whether the island bustles with life or remains still and quiet in these wee hours of dawn.


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