Re: Lake banks
Clyde was open and shut, or maybe he was just open. He was upbeat and he didn't get the thing with the water that she was caressing like it was a friend but maybe that was her thing. He didn't need to get it. He had options, the crack had widened to a chasm and it was all sunlight, all the time. He wasn't playing games. Games were circular and Clyde wanted to cut through to the center. He wanted to enjoy the journey but he wanted to know he was on a journey to appreciate the destination as well.
"Alone enough," he echoed, "What does that mean?" He didn't know. She was smiling, but he didn't know what that meant either. It was a smile and smiles were bonus points, maybe even a triple-world-score. She said it like it was his decision, his court she'd bounced the rubber ball into but it had been Clyde's court to begin with, she had strolled on to pick up a racket. If he wanted to stay, he could stay. It felt circular to Clyde.
"Why didn't you say anything?" No judgment. If she felt like company that didn't talk, yeah, that was okay by Clyde. It wasn't his jam, but he could explore a little.