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He knew she was out there, somewhere, probably hidden under all those lily pads–obscured by the dark, murky water. The water rippled in the wind, making the lily pads bob up and down in a hypnotic dance. He wasn’t sure he’d ever find her–wasn’t sure he even wanted to. Seeing her again wouldn’t lead anywhere good, not after so many years. He knew that, but still he went there every day after work and sat at the water’s edge. Not seeing her again seemed worse somehow. He needed to know she existed–needed to know he wasn’t crazy.
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Adam Ickes 
February 3rd, 2016 at 8:33 PM
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February 3rd, 2016 at 8:38 PM
This could be really creepy if she appears. He haunted by her. Good one, Adam.
February 3rd, 2016 at 8:40 PM
I had the same thought, but that story would take way more than 100 words. Perhaps some day I’ll even write it if it screams louder than the rest of those ideas bouncing around in my head.
February 3rd, 2016 at 9:02 PM
I totally understand.
February 3rd, 2016 at 9:03 PM
I mean…he’s haunted by her.
February 4th, 2016 at 9:42 PM
Yeah, I figured that. 🙂
February 4th, 2016 at 2:03 AM
Not what I expected at all. I was thinking he’d buried someone in there, but there’s something altogether more weird going on. Well told. got me in.
February 4th, 2016 at 9:42 PM
I think you’re correct. Something strange is certainly going on here.
February 4th, 2016 at 5:08 AM
I feel so sorry for him. Probably because I hate searching for stuff.
February 4th, 2016 at 9:43 PM
I’m with you. I’d rather just get a new one than search for something.
February 4th, 2016 at 6:29 AM
Dear Adam,
I’m curious to know who she is. A mermaid? Haunting.
Shalom,
Rochelle
February 4th, 2016 at 9:44 PM
I’m not really sure who/what she is, but she’s probably got trouble written all over her.
February 4th, 2016 at 7:29 AM
Poor chap, unable to move on, whether’s she’s dead or some water creature he once met and fell in love with…
February 4th, 2016 at 9:45 PM
Think they make a pill for that? I think he could use one if they do.
February 4th, 2016 at 7:46 AM
Very enchanting….. who is she? What is she? I like the possibilities.
February 4th, 2016 at 9:47 PM
I’m not really sure yet, but if I ever find out it’s going to require a lot more than 100 words to explain. I like the possibilities too, it’s got me thinking, and that’s always a good thing.
February 4th, 2016 at 11:27 AM
I think the emotion of getting closure is so well pictured here… or she might be a water demon of some kind… as Ruth says there are possibilities
February 4th, 2016 at 9:48 PM
Thanks, Bjorn.
February 4th, 2016 at 11:44 AM
Beautifully written.
February 4th, 2016 at 9:49 PM
Many thanks. 🙂
February 4th, 2016 at 3:56 PM
i thought he murdered her. you have camouflaged the twist at the end very well.
February 4th, 2016 at 9:51 PM
It took a lot of editing to work that twisty little ending little ending in there. Glad it was appreciated.
February 5th, 2016 at 4:08 PM
And her name was Melusine… 🙂 Lovely twist in the end.
February 5th, 2016 at 5:03 PM
That very well may be true. 🙂
February 5th, 2016 at 5:28 PM
I think he’s crazy. Unless of course she shows up, in which case he’s got a lot more problems than poison ivy. Nice and creepy (not you; the story)
February 5th, 2016 at 11:45 PM
He is definitely stuck! Wonder who she is? I like that we are left to wonder…
February 7th, 2016 at 1:13 PM
This begs so many questions, who is she? Why might she be there? What is she to him? Great piece to muse over.
February 8th, 2016 at 1:23 PM
Spooky fun!
February 9th, 2016 at 11:22 AM
He’s one disturbed person and needs more help than just seeing her again. Well done, Adam. 🙂 — Suzanne