An Obol For The Crossing

Feet shuffle on grey sand. A chill wind blows. Megakles would shiver if he still had a body, but instead the wind moans through his phantasmic ribs, adding to the chorus of distilled despair on the banks of the River Styx.Another day in the everlasting night of the Underworld.Megakles sighs. In life, his breath could … Continue reading An Obol For The Crossing

To See A Sunrise

Adam locked his borrowed bicycle to the viewpoint bench and sat cross-legged on the smooth wood, facing the ocean. Another beautiful morning; they always were. The sky held a pastel promise of dawn—pale violet fading to salmon pinks, burgeoning orange on the horizon. Fluffy clouds floated over the scene, and a magpie’s sweet song chortled … Continue reading To See A Sunrise