Three lines for Sonya’s Three Line Tales photo prompt.
Photo ©Charlie Harutaka
They’d always lived on a barge, assumed their daughter loved it as much as they did.
She watched the bank slipping past as they glided down the wintry river and wished her life was not constantly in movement, always going somewhere but never arriving.
One day she would live in a house, a real house with a garden, and stand still, her boots planted firmly in the earth and watch spring touch the trees and the plants with green fire.