Thursday, July 9, 2015

Spirit Lake: The House Next Door pt.2

I had visited Spirit Lake a few times when Zack and I were looking at houses.
I hadn’t really paid much attention, to be honest. It was probably from my inner spoiled brat refusing to accept that the move was going to be a reality.

As we drove our U-Haul along the lake front Main Street I finally was able to take it all in.

A well-kept boardwalk bordered the east side of the lake.  Small shops lined the paved streets.  A bar, a general store, a library and a few gift shops and boutiques were all that consisted of Spirit Lake’s downtown.

We passed the storefront that was now Zack’s place of business.  The big, picture window still was still foggy with soap, but the awning was up.

Beach Reads.

“You okay?”  I could feel Zach’s hand on my knee.

I nodded.

I was, or at least, I would be.
I just had to adjust.  I just had to keep telling myself that soon this place would feel like home. 
At least I had Zack. With him, any place could feel like home.

I repeated these mantras over and over in my brain. I repeated them to suppress the feeling that something about Spirit Lake felt wrong.


Something felt very wrong.

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