There's no tide on the lake (Otherwise Untitled)
#183 of Short Stories
Considerations of sky and water.
~ "I don't know what I was thinking.", a strained squeak.
~ The lake was the ebb and wobble that the canoe always found it to be, the mouse laid out on her back in its length. The pale blue sky above was an endless spread of soft lack of features as the rodent sighed.
~ "Coming out here always managed to cheer you up.", cautiously sitting up to glance around at the tall grasses and tree in the distance.
~ Reaching for the oar, "Now all I can remember is that that you're not here."