All Nightmare Long Epilogue
Epilogue
The evening was one of those soft, gentle evenings that could be either early summer, late spring, or early fall, when the leaves were green, the wild flowers bloomed brightly and the night birds sang their mournful cry.
The setting of the sun had dropped the temperature dramatically and the lights around the shoreline lit up the surface of the still lake, and tendrils of mist drifted slowly this way and that across the mirrored surface of the water.
Along the lakes edges, right where the soft green grass met the water line, a large doe bent her perfect head and sipped at the cold water, her twin fawns darting playfully around her feet.
She drank deep. The night was quiet and she felt secure, safe, no sounds broke the night air other than the odd bird call.
She lifted her head and her long pink tongue darted out to lick her nose and dry her mouth. Her ears flicked, they moved forward and back, listening for any sound, any warning, any cause for alarm.
There was none.
She turned and walked slowly off into the woods, her babies following close behind.
In the middle of the lake, almost out of the reach of the dull shore lights, a ripple broke the surface.
The ripples broke into perfect rings of dark water, the light catching and coating each one with a diamond gloss.
The rings spread out, causing the mist to shimmer and dance as they travelled towards the shore.
Another ripple, this time accompanied by a small splash.
A hand broke the surface, white, pale, long fingers reached up towards the sky before drifting back down under the water.
Once again, silence returned to the lake.
This time not even the night bird called …..
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