Short Story: The Bottom of the Lake

Genre: fantasy

 

The legend changed according to the person who told it.

There were ancient treasures at the bottom of the lake.

An ogre live at the bottom of the lake.

Someone hid a secret code at the bottom of the lake.

But one thing remained consistent across the tales. Whatever ‘it’ was, it was at the bottom of the lake.

So how was it that of everything that was said about the legend, the part about ‘it’ being at the bottom of the lake was the only detail that was incorrect?

“Yes?” the ogre asked as he peered down at them through his glasses.

“N… nothing. Excuse us,” she stammered.

The ogre nodded and retreated into his home above the coffee shop.

“Was that…” her brother said faintly.

“I saw it too…”

~End~

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