‘That’s right,’ commanded Rodney Fairchops, ‘no, not right, left… left, not right, right, left…’
The barge crunched along the side of the piling, causing Rodney to become all the more flustered, his face draining of colour at the sound.
‘I do wish you’d stop using your sergeant major voice,’ Glynis, Rodney’s wife, whispered as a man with a white dog approached the barge on the towpath.
‘Good morning,’ the man, dressed in a bright yellow tartan suit, said cheerily, ‘good stoppage…’ Glynis looked at Rodney with a smug smile, ‘throw me your ropes and I’ll make them fast for you.’
Once moored, Glynis and Rodney joined the man on the towpath, the dog becoming all the more excitable, causing the man to say ‘easy, Excaliber’. A family of swans swam by, looking at the group looking back at them.
‘You both look very hot under the collar of your fearnaughts,’ the man said, smiling at Rodney’s red and blue clothing, and Glynis’s green and purple. Susan, the Fairchops’s daughter joined them, in her orange and pink matching outfit.
‘We’re all weather sailors,’ Rodney said, confidently, earning a glare from Glynis.
The man started to chuckle. ‘We look like a colour chart standing here like this! In fact, you’ve inspired me for my next painting, abstract on a canal. Good day to you!’ With that, the man and the dog walked away.
Glynis, Rodney and Susan watched the man walk away, looked at each other, and suddenly, collectively, burst out laughing.
Posted for The Unicorn Challenge. A magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr. They provide an image, and we write up to 250 words inspired by it.
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