The souls of the dead queue on the rickety old dock. Their shuffling for position can only be heard by those who were sensitive to the voices of the dead.
I sit alone on the dock with my bucket of pennies. It’s the only way to clear the crowd from the dock, because not many still follow the Old Ways. Without me to cover fares, the line would never stop growing.
Charon doesn’t like it much. He snarls and considers it cheating the rules.
But as long as I have plenty of coins, I can stay off his boat myself.
Inspired by this Friday Fictioneers prompt:
PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Georgia Koch