The Ferryman's Receipt
Flash Fiction February - Day 1 - Make Love Not War
The Ferryman’s Receipt
Elara wasn’t beautiful in the way later poets effused. Her nose was too long, her laugh too loud, her temper a sudden summer storm that left everyone soaked and blinking. Kairos smelled permanently of wet stone and gunpowder, talked too fast when nervous, and had the habit of touching her wrist like he was checking for a pulse he’d…
