Noirette series (JBF), #8 of 8

"Arma virumque cano . I sing of arms and a man, the first of Troy ...." Hammer ran The Aeneid's opening line over in his mind. The massive lake stretched away like the ocean of troubles he had. The water guarded a history in its depths. Sun-warmed, a breeze tussled some blades of beach grass. Life was simpler in grade school, when sand castles were permanent for the afternoon. In some places they have tides. Fin.         ~ series by Jere Fletcher, (c) 2010