This week’s photo prompt is provided by BarbCT/Gallimaufry.
It was a beautiful day, just perfect for a trip up river.
It had been a while, but he remembered the rules of the water, old habits die hard and all that.
Up on deck, he appreciated the beauty of his surroundings, relishing the peace and tranquility, feeling as if he were the only soul in the world.
His thoughts were suddenly jarred by the horns of four freight barges.
He had no idea where they’d come from, as if they had materialised out of thin air, cutting across his bow like some kind of demons possessed.
How dare they! he thought. He was here first and they were going too damn fast.
Where was the police patrol when you needed them?