The house precariously stood by the water’s edge. The water of the lake stood deathly still, reflecting the overcast sky like a giant mirror. The bridge which linked the small island to the land looked dangerously unstable. There were more splits and cracks in the wood than planks used. It wasn’t a comforting sight, and definitely not a romantic one. The man slid his arm behind the woman’s back and pulled her close. The wind smacked their faces, leaving their cheeks rosy red. “I knew we shouldn’t have booked online,” groaned the woman, toying with her new wedding ring.
A ragged old man with one tooth handed them the key to the house. It weighed a tonne and glistened with an eerie golden glow.
– Ermisenda Alvarez