Ember
When the darkness had faded I had been standing on the bank of the river. I looked up to the sky and saw the beautiful colors of red reflected in the water. The view was interrupted by the ferryman as he paddled up to me. A long, tattered cloak covered most of his face and hung from his shoulders. His voice was so rough and quiet I could barely make out his words. “Will you take the ferry? Or the river?” His hand stretched towards me, a skeleton with rotting flesh hanging off the bones.
“I-I don’t understand.” I stuttered, using my voice for the first time. “What is the difference in the choices?”
His hands lifted to pull the cloak back from his face. “There are two paths. The ferry,” he gestured to the empty boat, “and you will transition into the afterlife.” He turned and slow
