This was one of her favourite places. It had been their trysting place years before, when she was just a silly girl and he a callow youth. Her father would have remembered that when her husband’s ‘colleagues’ set out to look for her. She listened, but the only sound was the lapping of lake water and the gentle panting of her dog.
She had been married to the man her father chose for her. Her objections were waved aside. After all, she could never tell him she had already given her heart. As far as her father was concerned, her heart was not hers to give. They had continued to meet, she and her lover, even after her marriage. Especially after her marriage. She would have thrown herself into the lake if he had not been there to take her in his arms and tell her lies about how one day they would be together. They had grown wiser with the years and more prudent in their loving, but not prudent enough.
Her husband might have been different if the times had been kinder, but as a party official, he put aside any feelings of humanity he may have had in order to follow orders without question. When her lover was arrested, someone, hoping for betterment, or simply out of a vicious desire to hurt, told her husband about the liaison. The party machine ground into action. The insult to the party official was to be wiped away in blood. There was nowhere to hide, no one to turn to. And without her lover, there was nothing to hope in any more.
She waited. The dog whined. The whining turned to a low growl. They were coming. She hoped they would be kinder to the dog.