The sun shone on the murky mud river, heating it up but leaving the depths cool. Ripples caused by fish and the boats crossed the surface. I watched and saw fish jumping.
Sipping my coffee, I lent on the railing of my cousin’s houseboat and wished I could have this life. He had moved to Luxon, South Australia as a child, leaving England behind. Our twin mothers had been close and we had visited each other often.
Now though, I had lost everything and had come here seeking an escape but perhaps, I could stay here and begin again?
(Inspired by; https://whatpegmansaw.com/blog/ with thanks).