Tentatively we tiptoed through the trees back down to the lake. Despite the vigour of the storm, nothing much had changed except the strange figure protruding from the water. We thought we'd discovered one of the little people at first but grandad had told us the fairies were no bigger than our hands while the elves would only reach our knees. This was not little person. This thing was a big person, a big grown up person, but pale and bloated and smelly.
Kasha and I never spoke about the man with the bloated face although he visited me often in my dreams. Years later I asked my dad all about it. Wondering if the whole thing had been a dream, It hadn’t. I discovered he was a local, shady businessman, shot once in the chest several months before and left to die in the freezing waters. Apparently they never found the killer although according to my dad he was such a scumbag, the police never really tried.