Jean-Louis watched the person in the water.
He had piloted his small coal barge for thirty years, travelling back and forth along the canal between Arles and For-Sur-Mer on the coast.
The canal was straight, had only one lock, and passed through farmland and a nature reserve. It was unusual to see anyone on the paths alongside the canal, let alone jumping into the water to meet his barge.
He picked up his pole with the mooring hook attached and held it out to the incoming swimmer.
The man gratefully grabbed the hook and Jean-Louis pulled him aboard.
‘Merci,’ the man said, having regained his breath. He wore only a shirt and underwear.
‘Pas de problème,‘ Jean-Louis replied.
‘You must think I am crazy.’
‘The thought had crossed my mind,’ Jean-Louis said, taking hold of the tiller.
‘There is a good reason for my strange behaviour.’
‘It is none of my concern,’ Jean-Louis shrugged.
‘Problème de femme,‘ the man explained.
‘Ah,’ Jean-Louis nodded his head. ‘N‘est-ce pas toujours.’
Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story in around 150 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.
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Translation:
Merci – thank you
Pas de probl̬me Рno problem
Problème de femme – woman trouble
N‘est-ce pas toujours – isn’t it always
Iain Kelly 
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