|PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Georgia Koch|
Alone in the inky darkness I fear there are no passengers tonight. It had been a day of gloomy promise and now the boat stands grounded under the light of the stars.
For centuries have I steered it through the foul stench of ash, excrement, blood and the pall of the burning flesh. The sides caked with vomit as they realise that there is no going back.