Lovers Lake

A spooky love story for Halloween

The sound of gravel grinds in my ears as I walk the path where last I saw my lover. The weight of my Timberland boots pulls my feet to kiss the ground, and my fingers caress the crumbling leaves to either side of me, which autumn winds have yet to steal away.

He was here. I can feel him, like phantom fingers on my spine, and I shiver. The mountains’ jagged…