Saving her.

Rye, East Sussex, England.

5:00AM

It was morning again, another day to go out there and work his ass off. He sighed, content as wiped his body dry from his bath. Yes, he works his ass off and his efforts are never in vain.

He's a hard worker and so is his wife and they make enough to send their only child to school and still be able to eat the three square meal and still have some change left.

Mr Jones looked up at the wall clock, it was 5:00AM. He needs to be at the river early if he intends to get good catches or any catch at all.

He put on his t-shirt that was already ironed and laid out by his wife. It smelt fresh and clean as he put it on, he inhaled its fresh smell.

He knew he had the best woman as his wife. Ellen, his wife, was humble to the core, caring, and smart. He could scarcely remember meeting any woman who is as kind and giving as her. Ellen would give her front teeth to feed a starving dog.

Yeah, that was how caring she was.

Mr. Jones's smile grew wider as he thought