They two rafted down the lonely river that whispered and licked at the edges of every thought. They two drifted with the widening, muddying, lazying current. They two snuck beneath a full moon behind dark woolen clouds. In their straining ears, the waters crinkled, the logs moaned and squeaked, the wind scurried. I cannot tell you how long they floated through the dark and sleeping world. Some days in the morning light, when the sirens resound and grown-up moralities fail, … Continue reading Lonely River