The Water's Edge

You spend too much time by the river.

What on earth do you mean?

I have read the words you write, those emails you send, those things you post online. You always write about the water.

I always write about the water!?

I think you spend too much time there.

The two of them sat silently for a moment with the grandfather clock ticking on the staircase landing behind them. Each waited for the other to speak.

Do you mean down by the water's edge?

Yes. That's what you are always writing about.

And the cattails there?

Yes.

And the yellow iris swaying in the waves?

Yes, that's it.

And the smell of mint growing in the sand by the shore? Or the tangle of roots at the swampy base of the Cypress tree?

Yes. See my point?

I suppose I do.

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