By Perry McDaid
“Charity work,” Pat affirmed, dabbing sweat. “Nothing like it for real fulfillment.”
He took in the exotic surroundings. “At one with the world,” he continued, “getting your hands dirty; brain surging with innovation.”
The well was almost complete: a medieval design with a few modern twists to purify the source water.
Heat buzzed. The stink failed to gag him. Semi-naked diggers rolled their eyes.
Pat edged a little nearer the excavation and pointed imperiously at an unsatisfactory section. Workers swarmed as he resolved to talk to his man about more of a cold rinse to the shower of his purpose-built cabin.
i loved this story, it’s wonderful!
Hey boy! Might that be Perry, the old You Write On veteran? Why aren’t ye on Twitter?
PS Good job on the story.