Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Three Hundred and Seven

It was high summer and everyone was helping with what looked like being a bumper harvest. The men stripped off their shirts, though Dai needed profuse applications of sunscreen. 

He was glad enough to finish for the day, but as he sat in the cool of the stable he frowned to himself. He had been aware of a certain amount of unwanted female interest in his naked torso.

Somehow it felt cheapening.

His grumpy reverie was interrupted by a feminine giggle. His wife, Julia, grinned at him.

“Cheer up lovely boy, at least you are pretty enough so they look.”

©️jj 2019

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