Bluebird
A familiar vacation spot turns deplorable when Danielle witnesses her brother gratifying himself.
I walked up the four wooden steps to the front door of the small, lake house, breathing heavily due to the increased altitude; the weathered wood panels and red tin roof beckoning me back to childhood summers spent in the splendor of calmness and nature. The lake, just behind the house, had provided hours of recreation and peace; and there I was, back at the beautiful body of water. I could feel the cool liquid running ac...
