John Short Story

by John Page

The river runs by the house. The house sits by the river. I sit by that river. I watch the river go by and the house stay put. I get up and move away.

I have broken a pattern that seems eternal. Yet I must go and the water goes also. We both journey on.

The water knows where it goes but I do not. Do I worry? No as I will be where I was meant to be.