“So, this is it, that small island?”
His mind was wandering, as he started looking for the boat.
“Don’t worry, he will turn up, he never misses an appointment.”
The sun came out from behind the dark clouds. It was a beautiful place, silent, peaceful.
At last he said:
“Will you come with me?”
“Of course, I am familiar with the place, and I always stay with my friends for the crossing…”
At last he looked at me, and recognised me.
I helped him on the boat. The lake was a mirror, reflecting the tall cypresses on the Island of the Dead, in the shimmering light.