(married WidowTracer. Mentions of death.)

The surface of the lake seemed like a mirror of sorts when Lena looked into it. the swans she and Amèlie watched were here. But there was a new one Lena never saw before its feathers seemed to be a light purple hue her wife's favorite color. As she watched the bird her mind brought back memories she wished she could ignore for a few moments longer and live in the past where her love wasn't gone and she wasn't feeling the pain of being alone. As she looked on at the swan as it swam closer she saw its eyes they were the color of molten gold.

The woman slowly pulled out her phone and took a picture of it but as the flash ended she saw a silhouette of her wife just in the background of the picture. When she looked up from the phone the swan had flown off but left one of the light purple feathers behind in the clear water.

(So first WidowTracer piece for this book. I'm pretty proud of it and I'm sad I couldn't write more for this short bit.)