Counting down the hours, she watched the boat chug upriver. When Evensong ended in the great Cathedral -- she sighed for the loss of the songs -- she would slip through the flood gates down to the water. The boat, and her freedom, would be waiting. Hefting the market basket, she trudged back to her scullery duties.
Hello darling, have missed you too.
ReplyDeleteThat is one awesome picture and I love your verse too.
Big Hugs.