Came across a great story. The writer I just met, but this was a great story and I wanted to share. Inspiring I felt it was too me.
She sat in the back of the tiny boat and watched the face of the ferryman as he rowed her to the shore. It was completely blank but shadows played across it as the light began to dim. She was desperate for reassurance but the ferryman did not speak. In the distance she could see a figure on the opposite bank, dressed all in black; he was waiting for her….
Her fear mounted as she imagined the bottomless, black depths of the sea beneath the boat and she focused her rigid gaze on her waiting host, still standing, but now with hand outstretched. His face hidden by a black hood, she could see only his fingers, white in the moonlight, reaching for her hand.
As the boat came to a gentle stop she paid the ferryman, who took the coins without a word, and took the hand of the one…
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