My Two Cents



It was raining, like all of the tears at all of the funerals in the world.  I wouldn’t have minded, but the queue was long.  Not that I worried about getting aboard, of course not, but I was miserable waiting.

Finally, I was there.  Those in front of me just walked on board when their turn came, but I stopped and looked at the ticket taker.  I held out my hand and his eyes sparkled.  I dropped the two pennies into his waiting palm.  The coins turned to gold.  I knew my afterlife would be good.

Always pay the ferryman.

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Word count = 100

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo provided by © Ted Strutz.  Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.

I clicked “Publish on my last story and almost instantly regretted it.  I had a new idea, a much better (in my mind) idea.  I had to write this.  I hope you don’t mind that I double-dipped this week.

28 thoughts on “My Two Cents

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      Thanks. When I saw the photo the first thing that crossed my mind was “always pay the ferryman”, but I went a different way at first. I’m glad I came back and wrote the story for that line.

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    1. trentpmcd Post author


      In the Greek myths there is Charon, the ferryman, who brings people across the River Styx to the underworld. Some legends have it that you need to pay the ferryman. The Greeks put coins in the mouths of the dead. More recently, people put coins on the eyes of the dead supposedly to keep them closed, but I always heard that it was a throwback to pay the ferryman. So, in this case, I used the pennies on my eyes to pay the ferryman, to pay for him to bring me to the Other Side.

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