Pulling up Anchor. It’s a 6.

She stood astern on the paint peeled wooden vessel, casually, peacefully, leaning over the railing intoxicated by the elixir of ocean water, salt and the crispness of fall. Curling hair blown back from her face revealed eyes unsure of exactly where she stood. Puzzled, the familiar seemed distant, difficult to reach, as if consumed by early morning ground fog; daily life presented more of a challenge than she thought possible. Undecided if it was the October wind or the iced blue glare of his eyes, the approach of the ferryman sent a shiver up her spine.

“I’ve come to collect – you were told the price of the fare, yes?”  

The woman, fear simmering in a pot long forgotten, softly stuttered her reply –
“yes, it was explained to me quite some time ago”.

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18 thoughts on “Pulling up Anchor. It’s a 6.

    • GirlieOnTheEdge August 8, 2019 / 7:27 pm

      See my comment at your place, lol
      Yes, little did I know we were on the same wavelength! Thanks, Paul 🙂

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  1. Clark Farley (@wakefielddoc) August 8, 2019 / 7:30 pm

    ‘cellent creating a… not mood, so much as ‘an air of non-ordinary’
    always good to give the readers something they like and think they know and then pull the curtain back.

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  2. Tien Skye August 8, 2019 / 9:32 pm

    I love the feel of this scene, especially the setting in the beginning. Makes the entire interaction very surreal yet believable. Great writing

    Liked by 1 person

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