Submitted for Haibun Thinking Week 11
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This week is art week and we are to choose between a provided piece of art which appears to be letterhead or a photograph. I decided to use the photograph.
Kara sipped her coffee and looked at the lake. She loved this time of the morning. Dawn was breaking and it looked like it was going to be a glorious day. This was their twenty-fifth summer at the lake. For Kara it never got old. When she awoke this early she often thought about all the years and it brought a smile to her face. Three children and two grandchildren later, the lake still called her back year after year.
Soon she would hear her husband stir. Nothing woke Mark like the scent of bacon and eggs cooking outdoors and fresh brewed coffee. Kara was setting the picnic table for breakfast when Mark opened the cabin door and smiled at his wife.
“Good morning. What’s for breakfast,” said Mark winking at Kara.
“Cold cereal and beer,” returned Kara giving him a playful smack.
Kara placed a platter of eggs and bacon on the table and she and Mark sat down for breakfast.
“Did you get in touch with John last night?” asked Kara.
“Yes. They’re not coming to the lake again this year,” answered Mark.
“This is the third year straight. I miss the big family gatherings every summer,” complained Kara.
“I don’t think our kids share our love of the cabin at the lake. Maybe we should think about selling it,” said Mark.
Kara didn’t know how to respond. Selling her special place never crossed her mind. She was shocked that Mark would even think about it.
“You can’t be serious. You love this place.”
“I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. We could get one of those Florida timeshares.”
Kara stared at Mark. He just became a stranger to her.
A cabin, a lake
Her special sanctuary
She’ll never sell it