He placed the sleeping child in the back of the trailer, pulling a blanket round her. She stirred momentarily.
A horn-blast heralded the ferry’s arrival as he closed the door. Plenty of time yet.
Just then a movement at an upstairs window caught his eye and he saw Louise gazing down from her surgery. She was early this morning…much too early.
He waved. Then clutching his jaw, he pulled a face and waggled his head from side to side.
She laughed, beckoning.
He sighed; they wouldn’t pay as much for her as the child, but she might be useful on the journey.
I don’t know what happened to my Friday Fictioneers story today; my post was up and several people commented on it, but suddenly it changed to ‘page not found’. So I’m posting again. Sorry for the inconvenience. And I’ll ask the lovely Rochelle to delete the first link.