Here is the story inspired by Sonya’s photo prompt.
Photo ©Wynand van Poortvliet
Moonlight lay on the placid harbour water, picking out the taut lines of the hawsers and running around the shiny gunmetal of the capstans.
His little ship was ready to take the morning tide, ready to leave as soon as the crew arrived, to carry him away from her.
Only a small craft, only six mooring lines, she said to herself as she bent to unwind the first, already seeing in her mind’s eye, the boat drifting away and safely out to sea.