by Erika Walker
The lady of the lake
The legend
The moon was reflected in the dark and deep waters of the lake, the fish still swam, found no rest and no joy in doing so, one of the very weak waves crashing on the shore not far away. One spectator attended the show. A spectator silent and still. The hot tears ran down his face and rejected in the lake, forming concentric circles gradually falling like snowflakes, silent, silent, sad and transparent like crystal, like a diamond. The beautiful woman wearing a simple evening dress, beautiful but dirty ground and blood. He smiled, a smile full of memories, a sad smile, a wry smile, but he was smiling. The long dress was wet at the tips of the cold water. The moon broke into many strips as reflected in the lake. She smiled again and she did as she wept, she wondered when he would ever stopped doing it. A slight breeze made her sway and her long straight hair blacks. Seemed to want to escape. In that sad night scene there was heard no noise, only the faint voice of very weak waves that kept crashing against the shore. She was still smiling. She would smile forever. He began to walk towards the deeper waters. He felt now that the lake was cold "as my heart," he thought with bitter irony. He kept walking. He walked until it was completely submerged in water. He smiled. He continued to smile even underwater.
The lady stood there, instill in that lake for centuries. Imprisoned in his loneliness.
It was not long that the people of the village began to speak ill of the incident and also began to turn rumors that there was someone who claimed to have seen the ghost of the young girl hanging on the lake in the days of the full moon.
And so the rumors passed from person to person, for years and years until it became a popular legend.
Anchovy
Once a year, was now the custom to go to visit grandparents. He lived in a city quite chaotic too normal for his taste, he loved reading stories of aliens and would also like to hunt go if its him would allow. But they were never quiet her out alone at night and then had to be satisfied to read the adventures of fantastic characters that came out of hiding from their homes at night and went in search of aliens, zombies, vampires or ghosts. But to her it was time to stop breathing polluted air of the city and you can clean up your lungs with clean air. That of the lake.
For about two months was absent from lessons and went to the home of his grandparents. Absences from school were not so important, attending a private school and found all the lessons extremely boring. The summer was boring for her. Was not particularly crazy about the salt water of the sea and dirty it for the fresh mountain air. Moreover he could never find friends with his own tastes. She had never been the type to which it looked so much interested in the gossip TV. Internet not speak, his parents did not want her to burn the brain like so many other boys his age in front of a car which the computer that does not allow her to socialize with her peers. Their own words. But do you think you were duped by some transmission only facts which listed only the negative side of the Internet. They would never let even buy a computer, and she remained one of the few girls in the world to not have a computer in the twenty-first century.
And every time I asked him, answered them-Alice have only seventeen, you should be more mature for your age, you already know our answer. - You do not need a genius to figure out what this sentence is a contradiction.
But it was not worth losing time.
For anyone who did not know did not know how he should look. It was not a vain girl, because he had nothing to brag about. Was 1.60 cm high, had short hair, came the shoulder and were blacks, bangs long enough and took her by way of tuft. Perhaps he had the eyes too big but never gave too much importance to his faults, if he began to list them would not have stopped. "Well, what to say, no one is perfect" is continually repeated and everything was as usual.
The day of departure arrived that morning her parents accompanied her to the station, had to endure all the recommendations of the mother but lasted a long time were the same recommendations every year. Finally picked up his suitcase and went to take place. The train began to move, he opened the window and the wind ruffling her hats she saw her parents became smaller and smaller until they saw them again. He held the window a little more 'open until a woman with a newborn baby in her arms closing churches.
The new city The trip took about two hours, and finally was able to get off the train. Waiting at the station was his grandfather. Quickly ran to embrace him, and I almost fell to the ground. - Calm down, calm down, if you go to shake so hard I can not breathe-he was saying, but he could not restrain himself, and continued to tighten strong, until he decided to get away from him. The grandfather took her suitcase and sat in the car. They arrived home in time for lunch. They found her grandmother in front of the stove, was cooking his favorite dish: lasagna. Ran to hug her too. And then he immediately put on the table without losing time. He told her what I did this summer, than you bored at school, and the laughter that was with her friends, told her even the last books he had read. They listened to carefully, without losing even one iota of his speech. Finally the 'accompanied in his room - but you have changed the color of the wallpaper? - The walls that last year were light pink hours went on blue - yes, sometimes it is good to change the look of things, and I was enough of that pink. - answered the grandmother - because you do not like Alice? - he asked his grandfather. -Yes ... yes I like it but I preferred the color first. Okay, I'll make a habit. - He said, smiling at his grandparents. Then he closed the door behind him. He put the suitcase near the door. At the end of the room was not that much changed. Of course there were no all the various posters that covered the walls. But there was always the same bed with an elegant iron, the usual bedside table with a lamp beside the library with some books and a small TV, wooden desk with many door above photograph, the same tendon light pink the window, and the same small closet cream on the same wall of the room where the door wax. In front of her window was open, he went to close it. He took the suitcase, placed it on the bed, which was close to the wall beside the closet, and began to leave all his things and place them in the closet. To be honest, the room seemed even more orderly than in previous years and this new particular gave her a sense of tranquility.
Had almost finished settling the robe when his grandfather went into his room, - in fine, I can see that you're almost finished to settle down, however just wanted to say that I hope you brought a cute dress. - Said her grandfather - yes, because ? - answered her a little 'uncertain - is the feast of the lake--the feast of the lake? But it does not take place during the summer? - Is usually, but this year we had collected enough funds to organize it so we were forced to postpone the party. Well now we have all of the money that we need to organize it, that is to say the truth, and already almost ready for the festivities, if all goes well I think that from tomorrow we can start with the party. - Said her grandfather happy to thought that this year we would attend. - Fantastic! That's great, grandfather can not wait! I think I have something to wear tomorrow night. - I said to her grandfather overjoyed at the thought of finally being able to participate in this historic occasion of the country. To be precise, famous only to the villagers.
The feast of the lake was a celebration that took place every year on the shores of the lake, which was right near the village. It was about three days of celebration (even if the change of date in that year would be held only one day). During this time ace of the shops remained open throughout the night, there were dances and performances in all the squares of the village that faced the lake and the sides of it were illuminated, so that everyone could take a nice stroll admiring the moonlight, which was reflected in the lake. It was as if the city suddenly come to life. And all that usually seemed boring during the rest of the year, now you saw it with new e
yes. Thus, the Feast of the lake was all a kind of rebirth, or rather, of change.
Finished placing all the stuff in the closet, threw himself on the bed, it was four o'clock in the afternoon and even though it was the middle of autumn, it was still very cold. So he decided later that it was going to take a walk. And to conclude this thought he fell asleep.
He woke up about an hour later, and I spend about half an hour until you finally decide to go for a walk. The country had not changed, walked the streets that he remembered and then returned back to the home of his grandparents. When he came home, a beautiful house very simple almost equal to all the others in, he saw a boy out of the gate of the villa next door. He was taller than she was about 10 cm, certainly stronger than her, and he had short hair blacks with eyes the same color. -Hello! - Shouted - he turned around, he was wearing a black sweater with a pair of trousers of the same color. He turned to Alice, and waved. Then he turned and walked away without saying a word. It looked like a boy quite shy but she took it as a form of rudeness. Then he went into the house.
