THE LAKE By David V.M.   Chacko found himself sitting at the dinner table. He wondered briefly when he awoke. His fingers were trembling with age and perhaps something else. A cool breeze rifled through the trees outside the window. Moonlight reflected off a thousand leaves so that he could see nothing but a psychedelic haze of colours through the patches in his vision. It was in moments like this that he could feel the full weight of his deterioration. He felt for his glasses and found them on the edge of his table. He put them on. He squinted at the clock, struggling to see … Continue reading The Lake by David V.M