She was watching the gentle flow of the stream as it occasionally stirred dead leaves from the embankment.
It was a place that they had always come to, just to chill out. To catch up with each other, as they were doing now. To share secrets. She seemed to have so many to tell this time around and nothing was going to stop her talking. She confided that she had reported the creepy guy from dispatch to her boss for his making lewd remarks. Nothing more was said, but she noticed that he has stopped doing it. She’d read in the paper that the CEO of one of her charities, the one for the homeless, had been charged with embezzlement. She crossed that charity off her list and would give more to the cat haven. As for the neighbour’s dog that keeps fouling her front lawn, she hit him full blast with the hose the other day and he’s not been back since.
She stood on the bank in silence for a while.
She thanked her friend for listening and whispered her goodbye as she slowly tilted the urn above the running waters.
