A Day By The Lake
Father and son were enjoying some quality time together. It was late September but still the weather was nice. They sat on a grassy bank together looking out over a lake, still except for a slight ripple on the surface; the grass was strewn with lovely golden leaves that were rapidly dropping from the trees.
Pete loved this time of year and he wanted to share it with his small son Thomas. This has to be Pete's favourite place in the entire universe; it was so peaceful, a small taste of paradise. If he ever needed time to think this was where he could be found. He was showing his son how to skim stones across the water, but Thomas wasn't very good at it yet, only causing a ripple on the edge of the lake where they were sitting. Around the lake were trees but the autumnal Sun was able to break through and shine on them. This would be one of the last times they would be able to come here before the spring.
"Here you are Son," said Pete, handing another stone for him to try skimming across the water.
As expected Thomas only dropped it into the water with a plop. Oh well, he would get there eventually, thought Pete. He was a patient man and had all the time in the world for his son.
It was just the two of them at home, Pete's wife having walked out on them the previous year. She said she was fed up with having to do everything and not having any time to herself. Thomas hadn't seen her since. At first, he had cried for his mum but no longer. He was probably small enough to have forgotten her, at least Pete hoped so. It had been a shock to Pete when Gwen had walked out, he hadn't realized there was anything wrong between them. The last he had heard, she was living with a new man.
He put his arm around his son and guided him with the next stone. Thomas seeing the effect on the water looked up at his father with a big grin on his face. Pete's heart melted with love for this small child. He was so grateful Gwen had left him with their son. He couldn't imagine life without him.
"How about some lunch," Pete suggested to Thomas.
They sat in contented silence eating egg sandwiches Pete had made that morning.
Thomas was a quiet child. He cuddled up to his father as they sat munching away together.
"Dad," he said, "Why don't we ever see ducks here? I could feed the ducks then."
"We can go somewhere where there are plenty of ducks tomorrow," promised Pete. He would do anything, take his son anywhere just as long as he was happy. He knew he was spoiling Thomas but in some way, he was overcompensating for his mother not being around.
The afternoon Sun was waning so Pete decided it was time for them to head for home. There was a slight chill in the air now the Sun was disappearing, a sure sign that they were indeed into late September. He picked up his picnic stuff and packed everything away. He then took Thomas hand and headed for home.