Love was all around the lake. Lovers’ Lake, they called it for miles around. Lazing on its banks on this warm, sunny afternoon were at least fifty couples, each oblivious to the others. Levelling their eyes, each at one person only, they revelled in this bliss, oblivious to the rest of the world.
Lots of people in the village didn’t have partners, so they stayed away from Lovers’ Lake and waited for the day they would finally find a lover and be able to visit Lovers’ Lake. Legends of its beauty fired their longing. Lucifer, however, refused to stay away. Lucifer was the village idiot.
Laughter rang out when Lucifer arrived to sit alone by the lake. “Lucifer, go home. Lover have you none. Leave us lovers alone.”
“Lucifer won’t go home,” said Lucifer. “Lucifer is in love.”
“Life is what Lucifer is in love with. Life in the form of birds and trees and everything that’s alive.”
Lucifer took his place by the lake and gazed at life, his true love.
Level-headed village people stopped calling Lucifer an idiot.
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