Chapter 8

Almost an hour of silence before Henry muttered. "We are almost there". The chirping of evening birds and the rustling of dried leaves filled the serene environment.

"Can you hear the lake?". Henry asked turning to face her as she had been lingering behind him all through their journey.

"Yes, I can". Zoe replied with a smile. Henry's roughly toned voice had intruded her thoughts.

"It's over there". Henry pointed at the flowing river ahead of them, less than fifty foot away. As they got to the riverbank, Henry stretched out his hands towards Zoe and she placed her palm in his. He mockingly offered her a seat on a large granite rock situated at the riverbank. He sat on the rusty ground beside her and placed his head on her thighs.

"What do you think about the river?". Henry asked as he lifted his head from her thighs and put a stone he had picked beside him in her right hand. She tossed the stone into the air and it landed into the river with a splash.

"Beautiful. That's all I can think