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Love At The Lake

on 06/24/2011

Patty followed the melody out of her yard and down the street, vaguely returning waves. She took a sharp turn into the woods. She kept hearing the sweet music as she wandered past several trees, deeper and deeper into the forest. She nearly hit several branches and the bugs were everywhere. Patty was lucky she had been relaxing in her jeans when the sweet chords of the guitar first reached her ears. She’d lived near these thick woods all her life. She’d never been this far in before but the guitar chords drew her in with each note they played. Each one just a hair louder than the one before.

Patty had been following the soft strumming of the guitar for a good mile and it sounded like she was almost there. She pushed back a few more bushes when she saw a small lake. She saw the source of the beautiful music. He was sitting on a small cliff on the side of the lake. His hair was auburn and it complimented his deep blue eyes perfectly. He seemed to concentrate on his guitar. It was a beautiful guitar made of Brazilian Rosewood. Patty stood there for a while just watching him play.

After a few moments he looked up and saw her brown eyes staring back at him. “Who are you?” the mystery man asked.

“I’m Patty. Who are you?”

“I’m Tim. What are you doing here Patty?”

“I heard your music and I followed it here. This place is magnificent. How did you find it?”

“Was walking in the woods one day, found it and claimed it mine.”

“Well, do you mind if I come here sometimes?”

“A pretty lady like you? Of course not.”

Patty blushed and sat near the base of the cliff. “Do you play any of your own stuff?”

“Here and there, the places I play, they just want the hits. Nobody wants to hear what one guy has, they just want what everybody else has.”

Tim and Patty sat around for a few more hours. Tim strumming his guitar and Patty either dancing or staring at the water and occasionally at him. She saw the sun starting to set and knew she needed to head back so she could find her way home.

“I’m going to head out. It was nice to meet you Tim.”

“Hey Patty.”

“Yeah, Tim.”

“I was wondering if, maybe, sometime, you wanted to go out somewhere with me?”

“I’d like that.”

“Then sometime soon.”

“Sometime soon then. Goodbye Tim.”

“Goodbye Patty.” And with that, Patty started her journey back through the woods with a smile on her face.


2 responses to “Love At The Lake

  1. JC Rosen says:

    Such a sweet story! I love writing a #storystarters and putting it out on Twitter. I can’t help but wonder who will use it and what it will inspire. Thank you, this was a treat.

    Take care,

  2. Claire (you know who) says:

    It was so sweet! ❤ I love romantic stuff haha. I really liked it. You should join Creative Writing Club, girl!

    Claire bear

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