‘Forward’ ordered Gideon. Hercules his trusty horse tugged on the rope and for the last time, narrowboat Marion set off along the canal.
That night he carved his initials and the date on the cabin door and walked away. Gideon sold Marion. Hercules went to a new home.
‘How old is she?’ asked the father, ushering his excited kids onto the canal boat.
‘Marion? We are not sure, but she was a working barge until July 1926’ said the captain pointing to the cabin door. ‘Enjoy your cruise’
He fired up the motor, spun the wheel and off they went.
Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo is provided by Fatima Fakier Deria