Genre: Realistic Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
Charon-Me
©September 9th, 2015
By Vijaya Sundaram
The canoe was beautiful — cedar jointed together snug and tight, it curved gracefully like a swan that could slice the waters.
Inhaling deeply, letting the scent of the wood drift into my bones, ignoring the cancerous pain in them (my everyday reality), I pushed the canoe into my beloved glacial lake which mirrored the blue bowl of sky above, finely hammered into hot blue steel.
I did not wear my life-vest. I could not swim.
I rowed energetically to the middle of the lake, and looked down. Something swirling in the ninety-foot depths invited me in.
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Thanks, as always to our Fairy Blog-Mother, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers, and to Jennifer Pendergast, for that lovely photo-prompt!