It was a picture prefect lake; its cloudy blue surface mirroring the sky above, with ripples so smooth that a stone would probably skip over it like a ballerina doing a petit allegro.

With its serene ambience and abundant catch, it was the town’s perfect retreat. Families relaxed as the waterfowls sailed by, or fished on the jetty while all their burdens sank into the idyllic waters.

To ensure that the marine life was not disturbed, the town had banned swimming and boating. Even dredging was done only after the waterfowl season.

It was the warning sign that gave him the idea. No one goes in, and fishes eat everything.
Perfect disposal.

100WW-2

Written for the 100 Word Wednesday challenge with photo prompt by Bikurgurl

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