Kay Wade
Kids
Squeals of laughter ripple across this narrow cove. Carefree children, sandy, sunburnt, hair wild and wind-tangled, chasing each other down the edge of the lake like puppies let loose into a yard of fresh snow. Three centuries back these might have been sons and daughters of Cherokee people, playing their games, slipping like sleek brown otters around boulders in the wild river that once was, the river that today flows at the bottom of this very lake. ~K