What I Lost at the Lake
Author's note: This piece was written for a short story assignment in school, but I fell in love with the piece.... Show full author's note »
Elli.The things I remember always were the things I wanted to forget. Still, I remember them anyway. I remember last summer. Specifically, I remember the 4th of July, and the unsuspectedly treacherous days before it. More than anything though, I remember her.
Her name was Elli-Rose Dawson, but we all called her Elli for short. She was quiet, but the sort of quiet that could turn loud or sweet or wild at any moment. Mostly though, she was quiet. She looked young and had intelligent green eyes. She seemed curious as if she were always looking for something and, every once in awhile, she would find it somewhere, someplace, in someone. Her delicate features and long wavy hair added to her seemingly ethereal look. It framed her face in a way that made her look delicate, as if she would disappear if you glanced away. She wasn’t tall but she wasn’t short. Her figure was alluring, lithe, but shapely and never seemed less then graceful. Among all the swimsuit-tanned, golden-haired trendy girls of summer, her simplistic beauty may have seemed forgotten to some.