The End, The End

Part Two

Feels like home. Photo belongs to the author.

Ty wanted to go over to the lake and do some ice fishing. It was two weeks after Christmas and we’d been in the middle of a brief and rare streak of warm days that we used to call Indian Summer but I’m not sure that’s appropriate anymore.

There was still a layer of ice on the water and snow on the ground, but the sun had been out for a couple days and everything was soft and slushy. I told Ty…