Next to the Pile of Rocks

The wind blew, and ripples formed throughout the lake. Her heart was messed up, too. Lucille looked away. Of course, she didn't actually want to leave. Not to mention, the things she brought hadn't come in handy yet. She broke free from Joseph's grip and walked next to the pile of rocks that she had just sat on. She picked up a bag under her feet, which contained more than a dozen folded paper cranes. There was a small candle on each paper crane, and a folded paper disc under it. Once the candle was lit, it could be put into the water. Lucille took out her lighter and lit a few of them, allowing them to float on the water. She then looked at Joseph and raised her eyebrows. "Hey. Let's do it together." Joseph sat down beside her. Looking at the delicate paper crane in her hands, he had an idea and asked, "Did you fold all of these?" "Yes." Lucille looked at the faint candlelight on the surface of the water and said slowly, "When I was young, maybe eight or nine years old, I saw someone