She went to the lake when the sky was bruised with dusk, her heart heavier than her shadow. “I am terrified of marriage,” she confessed, and the water rippled as if listening. “Didn’t you like being married?” asked the lake, its surface trembling with curiosity. S.E. Linn's "The Woman and the Lake" She thought carefully, her reflection bending with her thoughts. “Yes,” she said at last. “I loved being married. My wedding day was beautiful. When I admired my husband, believed
