3130. He loved the river © Bruce Goodman 28 February 2025

He loved the river, did Alexander. He had grown up on the banks of that river. He knew every nook and cranny. He knew every trout and eel. The river flowed through wild country. He knew every bank and bush. He knew the river’s moods. He had brought his family up on the banks of that river. It wasn’t a big river. It was stony. It ran clear except when it was in flood. It wasn’t small enough to be called a stream, and really not big enough to be a river, but “river” will do. His children too had learned to love the river. He had grown old on the banks of that river. His grandchildren too had learned to love it. And now he had Alzheimer’s and the river was in flood. Contact Author Back to Index Next Story Previous Story