Casper hears things in the (depths) wrote in repose,
Re: [Boathouse]
[He shouldn't be there. He should have simply ended the conversation where it had been and gone on his way. But he had been making a lot of decisions that he shouldn't have been lately, and this was just one more to add on top of the pile.
Casper hadn't been back to the boathouse since everything had gone to hell in a handbasket at the side of the lake, so coming back felt strange, alien. He had been there most of the night, sitting on the porch of the boathouse, throwing rocks into the lake and watching the ripples spin off in turn. It was relaxing, let his mind drift, as he waited and stamped down the urge to walk away.
But leaving would be rude, and Casper wasn't a rude person. So he waited, and eventually she approached. In white, she was hard to miss, and she was a contrast against the dark colors he preferred. He rose from his seat and leaned elbows against the railing, the boat rocking with the shift of his weight. One hand lifted, a wave, his smile the sort that came from a person who didn't spend much time smiling.]