You remain in the water

Maybe …maybe you don´t need to go back anymore. You can start a new life, one free from shame and sin, right there in the water.

You give yourself to the lake, but the lake doesn´t accept you. It´s waters stir with uncharacteristic agitation. The current sweeps your body and unceremoniously spits you in a wayward beach.

You drag yourself up from the sand and shake your fist. “Well, screw you too lake. I didn’t want to swim anyway!” Well, there goes your plan to stay hidden until the night. Might as well start searching for clothes around here.

Speaking of…