I haven’t been here in a while. There are a few stories I’m working on, but I’m caught up in details – never a good place to be stuck.
So just to entertain myself, and you, here’s an story inspired by the prompt for this weeks Friday Fictioneers. I saw the pic on The Bumble Files, and a thought popped in my head. Then another.
So I combined them.
Hope you enjoy.
Noah stood back and admired his handiwork. Frame and hull were complete. Next he’d start on the roof, then build out the spaces inside. In addition to all the cargo and his sons and their wives, the plans showed he’d have plenty of room for all the food he’d need to carry. Water he’d just collect on the way.
He’d better get back to work. Even though the sky was clear, he knew the flood was coming. He turned to head back to his lumber pile, almost bumping into the man before he saw him.
“Excuse me”, said the stranger, gravelly voice emerging from the deep folds of his hood. “I wonder if you’d take gold, or consider a trade in exchange for your boat.”
Noah shook his head. “I’m sorry. This was built on commission.” He paused, wondering how much to say. “Divine commission, at that.”
“Nothing I can say to change your mind? I’m really going to need a larger boat.” He checked his watch, then looked at the horizon where clouds were just beginning to build. “And soon.”
“I’m sorry, no” replied Noah. “May I ask, have you been given a list of creatures to collect in pairs as well?”
The man was already turning to leave. He turned back to answer. “Creatures? No, mine are all human.” He reached into one baggy sleeve, withdrawing a small card. “If you change your mind, contact me please” he said, handing Noah the card.
“Tour the River Styx. All the Scenic Bends, and Beyond!” it proclaimed.
“Excuse me stranger” called Noah. “Who are you?”
The stranger paused. “Call me Che. I never liked the name Charon.”