The snow hushes

The snow hushes my complaints as it slushes off my umbrella. “We’re sorry”, it says, “we’re April snow but we didn’t know”. It lies at my feet, is translucent and melts. Over the wall the river is rising, brown foaming.

It was a joke

– It was a joke. I didn’t
Well, it wasn’t very funny.
– No, I can see that
Not funny at all.
– But I didn’t
I don’t see how you can think it was funny.
– I thought it
Am I laughing, Danny? Am I laughing?
– No, no you’re
You’re an idiot.
– Yes I
We’re getting off now. Come on.
– I can’t
Don’t start me off again. Why not?
– My hands are still glued to the seat.