Mary regretted taking the short cut home.
“I’ll give you a head start little girl. Ready? GO!”
She bolted from him, rounding the corner of the old mill as its blades dashed through the frigid water in the cold evening air. Then she passed a stand of evergreens. Snow covered needles fell in her wake. She slid down the embankment onto the ice-covered lake. After reaching the middle, she stopped to catch her breath. He was right behind her.
His cold fingers grasped her slender neck. With a loud crack the frozen surface opened up. Mary fell forward and he fell in.
“Help me! Please help me!” He cried as he splashed around in the icy water.
She crept on her hands and knees careful not to break through and then began to sob.
Soon all she heard was the whisper of the wind.
She glanced down and screamed. He stared at her with pleading eyes while clawing at the ice beneath her. Then he slid away inside the icy tomb.
Have you ever skated on thin ice literally or metaphorically?
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