The story begins –
Lizzie scanned the view from her living room bay window. A rocky beach stretched out thirty feet until swallowed by the waters of Lake of the Woods.
The sun began to rise. She smiled as a warm burst of happiness filled her. This was her favorite time of the morning.
The sun slowly crept through each window. First it peaked over the sill then crawled right up the window filling her front room with light as a cup fills with steaming coffee.
She strolled casually from one winodw to another giving each view it’s due time. Suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks.
There was a strange man walking on the beach. She thought it to be very peculiar, because she hadn’t even heard the ferry that morning.
Her alarm lasted a mere moment until she recognized the man as her neighbors brother.
Lizzie continued her walk from window to window changing her attention to the curious man.
Every so often he would stop, turn to stare out at the water and inhale as much air as his lungs would hold.
Then he’d exhale slowly, turn back to his path, walk another few steps and repeat the action.
When he disapeared from her front room view Lizzie walked through the house to see where his morning walk would have him end up.
He appeared to be making circles around the island.
(Italics) What a strange man she thought to herself(Do I say the words ‘she thought to herself’? or are they implied by the Italics?).
On his third lap past her living room window she finally got a good look at the man who was stealing her attention away from her morning routine.
Janelle’s brother she mused. He had been up to the island last year to fish. They had all played cards at Janelle’s house after a scrumpsious bar-b-que meal.
Lizzie remembered it being a very late night, but she had had a lot of fun. Her brother Jim and his family had left early to put their children to bed, but Lizzie stayed well into the early hours of Saturday morning.
All three of them laughed and chatted the hours away until Lizzie could no longer hold back her fatigue. She left as happy as a lark.
She hadn’t thought of that night since it happened. Suddenly butterflies began to twitch in her stomache.
“Harry… ” She let the name roll off of her tounge slowly as she exhaled.