Jemma looked at the pollarded trees and the rock piles. “Pollards and cairns together. I wonder if we’re being warned about passing through this lock.”
“Don’t be stupid. People put them there to let others know they’ve passed this way too.”
“I can’t tell whether they’re old or new…. whether I should be sad, worried, or adding my own. I’m off – you can pick me up further along.”
Red lights flashed as the lock filled. “Help,” Peter cried ” The rudder’s caught in the gate.” Unable to rise with the water the boat swamped and sank.
“Worried and sad,” Jemma whispered.
Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers and also a thank you to Sandra Crook for supplying the photo used for the prompt.