Let’s Go Round Again

Fiction

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The canal’s tinge is grey suds and the level is too high, but these things are not our concern. Come out from the overhanging canopy still dripping the remnants of a shower into the lapping water, and creamy chippings glare, the sky the bright but dark blue of high summer. A storm has come and gone, not even a black smudge at the edge of memory.