Creative Writing- the Lake

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English Creative Writing The soft cushions, the filtered light fell upon the faded, dusty dark carpet. “She was a good woman, your Grandmother, she taught me a lot,” said Jenna, trying to comfort me in my despair. I didn’t reply because it would encourage more of her pointless words of sympathy, adding to the awkwardness of the situation. “Would you like to hear about our experience at the lake in the summer of 1965?” Jenna exclaimed. Although I did not want more pathetic words of comfort, this comment intrigued me and the temptation was too great to not hear her story. “No I haven’t, please go on…” I replied, trying not to act excited, when in fact, I was twitching with anticipation, mainly because I did not know what my Grandma was…show more content…
The afternoon was consumed with more swimming and we decided to eat the scones. Almost as warm as they were when they came out of the oven, they melted on our tongues. Once full with the scones, I decided to cool myself off for a final time before heading back to the house. With the shadow of the trees engulfing the remaining light I didn’t have long to swim. “Don’t swim for too long, the food could make you cramp”, exclaimed your grandmother, naturally cautious as always. I leapt into the lake with outstretched arms, ready to feel the cool liquid hit my body at once. I disregarded the reeds from last time, and jumped high, allowing me to go deeper than last
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