Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Three Hundred and Fifty-Two

Gareth was bathing. For the first time since he won his spurs he had a chance to be really clean and he revelled in the coolness of the lake.

The eyes that watched him from the reeds were interested in the lean muscular length of the young man, and in his mop of yellow hair.

She swam to his side and lifted her head out of the clear, brown water. 

Gareth’s dagger flew to his hand, and the nymph laughed.

The young knight dropped his weapon and dived beneath the water where his hands became tangled in her greenish hair. 

©jj 2019

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