The Lake

Our group was the only one that seemed to know of the lake’s existence, and from that point on we went sneaking off to it every evening. On the first nights it was still dark as we broke the black surface with our naked skin. It wasn’t difficult to shed our clothes; the moonlight was still too weak to reveal anything. Yet even in the following weeks, as the moon shone brightest, we undressed without hesitation. Maybe we just wanted to see each other naked. Or maybe it was that we had fallen under the moon’s spell by then and we couldn’t care about anything other than meeting our bare bodies with the surface of the lake, washing our skin with its mesmerising reflection.