The Pier

Small feet dragged along the rotten wood. I'm getting old for this, he thought. Countless times he's walked the narrow path to the lake over the years and nothing had changed but a man and some wooden planks decaying with age. With a final push the frail body slipped into the lake. Caught his breath. The little girl sank peacefully as he watched the sun rise over the mountains. I'm getting old for this.