Flash Fiction: Once again yesterday

‘Nothing new under the sun,’ said Hank. ‘Yet you can’t go down to the same river twice.’

Maggie wiggled her fingers, letting the varnish dry. ‘Huh?’

‘Doesn’t make sense. It’s contradictory.’

‘Hey, what about that drain?’

‘If there’s nothing new, how can the river be different?’

Maggie took a moment to answer. ‘You don’t make sense. But that’s nothing new, for sure.’

‘Mmm.’ Hank cracked open another beer. ‘You going out, love?’

‘Full of bullshit. That thing yesterday. Once more, you -‘

‘Yeah, you told me.’ He leant back. ‘Shame we don’t live by a river. Must be nice.’

In response to Matt’s Flash Fiction Foray, where the prompt this time was Yesterday Once More by The Carpenters.