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River rats we were called, no better than gypsies they would shout. I grew with a chip on my shoulder and a frown on my brow.

I came to Venice; fell for a gondolier or two. Nobody spat on my shoe, my art degree held weight … my purse too.

Some nights when the stench is thick, I hanker after our canal boat, on a canal in England;

with Mum and Dad. Me, throwing my fists, defying the world. A tear Stained face wrapped in muscled arms smelling of old spice and tobacco. I am now a river rat wrapped in Ermine.

A River Rat #FridayFictioneers

27 thoughts on “A River Rat #FridayFictioneers

  1. Was that picture by any chance taken at Stratford-upon-Avon? I sense some longing for home in your character. But I’m glad he tried to make his own way in Venice, hopefully not too many regrets.

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  2. Lovely descriptions – the frowns and chip. Having spent 15-years living on a narrowboat I related to her sense of disconnection. Lovely to know she has found somewhere to be appreciated.

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