Many thanks to Rachel for our writing prompt this week.
Some people called it a lake, others a pond. It all depended on their backgrounds and which part of the country they came from.
Whether a pond or a lake, its purpose was the same……. it was a haven for wildlife.
With the island in the centre, it provided shelter for nesting birds, ducks or geese had space to incubate their broods and there was sufficient cover from predatory birds such as crows or gulls.
No swimming was allowed in the pond. Not that it was deep, the water cold or there were underlying currents, more than likely the water would turn your skin green and give you an infection. Mind you, the size of the fish within could give you a nasty nip!
John told Joanna he’d meet her at the pond around six o’clock on Thursday evening.
She was early, and had taken some bread along to feed the ducks.
From behind the hydrangea bush, beady eyes watched in silence and interest. She was alone and if they timed it right, they could mug her and be on their way before she recovered.
Totally unaware of being observed, Joanna broke the brown bread into pieces and the ducks gathered round her in a flurry of feathered excitement. She spoke to them all, and whether they understood or not was totally irrelevant.
On silent feet, the two approached her stealthily from behind and were just about to snatch the bag of bread from her hands.
John’s voice scattered them all.
‘Look out Joanna! The geese have got you in their sights!’
You had me there. A great story