Boats

The smell of fish was emanating from every side, clinging on the muggy sea air on the little boat. They sat at opposite ends to cross the creek on their way to work. His arms were drenched in the sweat of his neighbour and her shins were chafing against a fisherwoman's loaded wicker basket. A swift breeze suddenly cooled their cheeks and their eyes met for a moment. Her jet black eyes made him catch his breath, his curly hair flying in the breeze made her heart jump. He wondered what she was thinking, did she even notice him? How could she in this grimy cargo hold. She thought about what it would feel like to run her fingers through his hair. The boat lurched to a halt all of a sudden and they caught each others eye again. The passengers all hustled off the boat in a frenzy and they too got up to leave. Their arms brushed in the stampede as they got shoved off. She went back to her children and he went back to his wife.