I fear my aged companion, Crisp, is losing her mind. Either that or I have been reading far too much of late about dementia.
We were out walking along the lake, and she stopped and began singing:
“The water is wide, I cannot get o’er
Neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall cross my true love and I.”
Crisp is not known for her singing ability, she struggles to recognise a note let alone hold one, so it came as a surprise to hear her singing. Looking across I spied the windmill in the distance and remembered a story she told me of her youth when she met a young Dutch boy who won her heart before disappearing down a sinkhole.
She was quiet for a while, unusual in itself, before taking my hand and walking on.
Written for: https://crispinakemp.com/2019/09/18/crimsons-creative-challenge-45/
Morpethroad 
A sad story.
Thanks Sadje for stopping by.
You’re always welcome 🙏
As Sadje says, a sad story. Yet midway through I burst into a raucous laugh. “Crisp is not known for her singing ability, she struggles to recognise a note let alone hold one”. Yea, that’s what most folk say of me.
Glad you enjoyed.
Did so. 🙂
This was wonderful, Michael…. even if it had a touching moment.
Thanks so much Dale appreciate you reading and commenting on Crisp
🙂
I always enjoy your Crisp stories!