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The morning light flooded through the kitchen windows. Jen, the kids, and I were eating the usual English breakfast she made us. It was very hot inside, so Jen and I decided to take a morning walk to the lake. We told the kids to go and play with the Smiths and their kids. The children were spraying each other with water and laughing, the dogs barking and playing with the kids. The sun was shining upon us, and a fresh sea breeze was flowing through Jennifer's hair. I was happy whenever I was with Jen. This is our life.
We grew tired of walking, so we decided to make a brief stop and sit on a bench.
We were looking at the scenery around us. It was a calm, shiny turquoise lake. Far too calm. The lake had a lush pine forest around it.
We were chatting, and I asked Jen if she had a napkin. She reached into her purse I bought her upon coming home from the war, a memento for her. As she was searching for the napkin, the rustling from her purse stopped. She stopped moving, turned around, and said slowly, "None of this is real."
Shivers ran down my spine, and it felt as though I was traveling between two worlds as I was beginning to remember. I looked around, and Jen was nowhere to be found. Was the sunny and happy day I was just having nothing but a facade?
I looked at the lake that was in front of me, and memories came crashing. Tears flowed, and I remembered what had really happened. 45 years ago, following the fog's arrival, I killed Jen and the kids and threw their bodies into the lake. I couldn't help but laugh hysterically and sway to the humming of our favourite song.
