Walking Home

The old man crossed the street. The rain was pouring down and had been pouring down for 13 days. He was in water to his knees. Further down the road two young boys were sailing around in a rubber boat. He looked at them and wished he still had fun like that. They seemed like they knew how to turn a bad situation into a good one.

Before he knew it he heard his wife's voice yelling at him. "Keith! Jump in! Hurry!" She was coming at him at quite some speed in a big, red rubber boat. Where did she get it from? Why was she doing this? "Get IN! I'm gonna pass you soon!" she yelled again. When she was 1 meter from him she stuck out the oar for him to grab and without thinking he did and pulled himself to the side of the rubber boat. He threw the groceries over and swung his leg over. "Pull me in, Doris!" he said. He had to be careful with his hip nowadays. Doris grabbed his coat and pulled him hard and he fell into the rubber boat. "What.. are you doing, Doris?" he asked as he caught his breath. "We're going on an adventure, honey. Did you buy beer and crisps?" "I did, I was wondering why we needed that." Doris smiled as she put the oar into the water pushing them past the two young boys who looked at the two old adventurerers in disbelief. "We're going on a flooded picnic, if you like." He laughed, still lying on his back on the bottom of the rubber boat and reached out a hand towards Doris. She took and squeezed it. "I love you, crazy lady." he said and sighed while they continued down the newborn stream that used to be the village's main road.