He looked into the lake. He didn’t believe in fate, fairytales and all that other nonsense but if the sword was in there he was going to get it. The temptation was all he needed, and he was a man fuelled if by nothing else by the chance of an easy reward. He had heard many stories that the sword had been tossed in this water and was now guarded by some lady.
He donned the aqua gear that he had “borrowed” from the museum he worked. It had weighed a tonne and he had started to regret his plan but now that he was in the water the stupid old suit might just prove its worth. He might return it, then again if he was loaded after cashing in on the sword it might be better to keep it as a memento of his genius. Further and further out he waded until the depths of the water surrounded him. It felt like the world was getting darker and darker then, at last, he saw the glint of the gold hilt.
He made his way towards it but as he raised the arm of the suit the water moved and pushed him back a few steps. Once again, he made his way forward and again the water sent the heavy suit away from the sword. He approached again and this time kneeled (as best as he could) in the suit and although the water moved around it seemed to have stopped pushing him away from the sword. He lifted his arm up to grasp the sword but try as he could not get the suit to perform a handgrip on the handle. He tried again and again but without success. By now everything around him was pitch black. He would have to somehow modify the suit and come back again for the sword. As a final act to display his disgust he kicked at the sword in its resting place, but the movement caused a tear in the ancient leather and ice-cold water quickly began to enter.
As fast as he could he made his way back to land the suit getting heavier and heavier as water poured in the tiny slit in his heel. Eventually, he was at the edge and he pulled the lumbering helmet gasping for air. He started to pull the rest of the outfit off as he made his way up the silty water’s edge onto land. Water had filled almost the entirety of one leg of the suit now and he was more than aware if he had been much further out he might not have made it.
He threw the helmet and rest of the suit down and sat down on the lakeside edge, looking back over the water, he now knew it was there, he had to formulate a plan to get it. He was about to stand up and leave when he heard footsteps and a bark coming from behind him. Turning to face it he could see two officers one holding rather a mean-looking dog. He glanced quickly to his right to see if he could escape into the trees.
“I wouldn’t do that, sonny. Believe me, she can run a damn sight faster than you can.” The dog barked in agreement with the officer. As the officer drew closer there was nothing else he could do but bow his head in acceptance of the fate.
I have been off galavanting up to Northumberland this last week (which has been a heavenly and a much-needed break). So, I have submitted an old story I wrote for Sue many years ago. I hope you enjoy it.
I’ve loved the creative collection you have all produced this week and tried to keep with your entries whilst on holiday but if I’ve missed any please do let me know. Thank you all for your marvellous entries.
- Lake of Birds – Masons Mind Menagerie
- #WRITEPHOTO – THE FROZEN LAKE | Of Glass & Paper
- ice-pops/ – pensitivity101
- What Lies Beneath #writephoto | TanGental
- Praise #Lanturne – Literature World
- The Frozen Lake | #writephoto Flash Fiction – Jemima Pett
- If Ice became home – Tales Told Different
- #Writephoto – The Frozen Lake – nope, not pam
- #WRITEPHOTO – THE FROZEN LAKE – Ladyleemanila
- How they survive? – Keep it alive
I hope you’ll join me for another #writephoto challenge published today at 12 o’clock GMT.
Thank you all again for taking part in #WRITEPHOTO – THE FROZEN LAKE
With special thanks to Sue who originally made the #writephoto challenge so meaningful for all of us and gave me her blessing to continue it.