This is week 154 of Sonya’s “Three Line Tales” writing prompt.
Back then, when the king tides ran highest, the lake would flood and cover its grassy fringe. We would jump tussock to tussock and it didn’t matter if we fell because the water was warm and soft.
Sometimes we fell on purpose, and just lay in the shallow water.
It’s still like that, clean and fresh, despite the development all around. And our kids play there, just like my sister and I did all those years ago.
Thanks for reading,