Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….
Copyright – Georgia Koch
Charon’s snicker echoed across the water: “Father’s love…what a feeble thing. Mine left me only this darkness to guard. And yours sent you to me without a coin. “
“I am scared.”
“Now, now…do not cry. I can’t stand it. Hop in, it will do me good to have an apprentice. And do not thank me.”
“But I don’t have a coin.”
“This is not a place for a child to suffer for her father’s sins, too crowded with penniless fools. Would it be we could change things around, so our fathers wander aimlessly in the dark. “
“Ah, fuck it.”
Isn’t it strange how sometimes we run in circles. I’ve heard this song yesterday and remembered how I used it for one of my FF stories…and when I went back to this story today, I found the same song there.