Daughters of the Lake

by Wendy Webb

The old beliefs faded as the modern age dawned, but the spirits that inspired those legends remained, kept doing their important work, waiting for someone to believe again.

But running only felt good when she stopped.

“This is such a soft place for me to fall,” Kate said, the tears stinging her eyes. “Do you know how wonderful you are?” “Of course I do,” Simon laughed. “I’ve been singing my own praises for years.”

But here, they were so bright, so big, and so tangible that it seemed to Kate the town itself was a bit closer to the heavens than the rest of the world.