The Distant Joke
The ice cracks. You hear it before you see it. A thin, high-pitched shriek. Like a fingernail dragged across a chalkboard. Then the snap. Cold water. It hits your face. You are not supposed to be here. You are supposed to be dry. You are supposed to be safe. The lake is a mirror. It is broken now. Shards of black glass float on the surface. They catch the moonlight. They do not reflect. They...
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