A Rambling Overthinker

To wade across, or to chance the slippery looking rocks placed there by some ancestral hand. That water couldn’t be that deep, surely; Eric watched a twig fall from an overhanging tree branch drift by where he stood, convinced that by monitoring its progress he could see into the murky water below. Though what if he was wrong? What if the water wasn’t ankle-deep, and stepping down from the uneven bank into the stream instead revealed it came up to a shin, or knee, or thigh? Then what would h...