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Summary A trilogy of stories centering around a mugging gone wrong and how the lives of five friends and those close to them change forever. As the body count mounts up, so too do the feelings of guilt. |
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(He) stood near the centre of the lake, ice-cold water up to just over his waist. He’d done it again and he felt a new surge of guilt for it. Around him, the surface of the lake was actually frozen over. The only exception to this was the point at which he was standing, the ice given out under the weight of repeated impact. Around the hole the ice was cracked with stress marks. On dry land at the edge of the lake, the ground was covered with a white blanket of snow several inches deep. The only marks in the snow were in the area where he had been sitting, some tracks and a small red stain, beside which lay a knife. Further flakes of snow were lazily falling to the ground around him. Around his ankles and his knees he could feel something swim past him. He also felt something nip at him with what felt like razor sharp teeth, but he didn’t care. He started to make his way back to the shore. When he reached the part of the lake that was still frozen over, he had to try and clamber back on top of it, pulling himself out of the water, his arms shaking with both the cold and the strain. Under normal circumstances he might have wondered at the fact that the lake was frozen enough to take his weight, indeed it had only broken at the point where he was stood in the water after repeated impact. On his hands and knees, he started to make his way across the ice towards the snowy shore, his breath fogging out in front of him, his whole body starting to violently shiver. Finally making it back the way that he had come and onto the shore, he collapsed onto his chest, making another imprint in the snow. The extreme feelings of guilt that he was feeling were growing with each second. What had just happened further cementing the feelings that he had already been having. He pushed himself up from the snow and started to get back to his feet, finally starting to notice the cold, but not caring. Maybe if he died from hypothermia, it would be for the best. He turned round to look back out at the frozen lake, easily seeing the broken part of the ice where he had been. The water glistened darkly in the hole that he had left there and floating in the water right where he had been seconds earlier was a human body. |
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Pages: 184 |
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