7 REGRET
Frozen lake
ROGER HAD TAKEN his family ice fishing. It was something of a past time that was taught to him by his grandad. Having hooked a few, they were getting all gathered up and ready to go back. But, making their way up the main trail toward the cabin, the breeze started to pick up significantly.
Roger zipped his coat and pulled his cap snugly over his head.
“That’s not good,” he mumbled under his breath
as he viewed the clouds above shifting colors fast.
“What dad?” Asked Patrick. “What is it?“.
Roger thought back to that couple in the diner.
“Nothing, son,” replied Roger. “Let’s keep going.”
As they extended up to the snow-white pathway, trees started to swing fast, and the roaring blast made it hard for them to push much farther. They tried walking against it, b
