PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Georgia Koch
‘Keep your mind on your work, boy.’ Daniel squinted from below his cap’s greasy brim, thick fingers working grey neck bristles then back to the tiller.
Jack looked to the rutted towpath, tugging at Samson’s bridle, though the horse kept its steady plod, ignoring him.
Perched on the narrow boat’s prow, Ruth’s eyes stayed fixed on her darning and the needle. Surely she felt Jack’s own eyes on her, on the soft curls licking her nape? His fingers itched to feel that skin.
The knife bounced in Jack’s pocket, eager for Daniel, its new sheath.
One more day.