In Response to Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Mudlark and the limit, just 52 words.
Of course he would appear just now on his gilded steed, she immersed in river mud up to her waist, her long hair caked with muck.
“Do you need a hand?” he asked.
“Yes please,” she said with a smile, reaching for his hand. She had found what she was looking for.
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
Mudlarking rarely offers better finds than that! Delightful.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you most kindly Keith! 😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
A charming tale, Gypsie. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much Bill! 😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome, Gypsie.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Cripes! I’ve clearly been missing a trick there! Where’s the nearest mudbath…? 😀
LikeLiked by 1 person
Probably near the stables housing the gilded steed!! 😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
What a unique and fun take. That’s how mudlarking is done.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you GH! Most definitely! 😉
LikeLike