#Inktober2020writersedition 50 word story.
It wasn’t a quiet ride despite the vastness of emptiness. The ferryman ignored my questions as we traveled on murky waters. The boat shrieked at every ripple, the lantern that hung at the front clinked against the hook, and the ferryman tapped his foot like he could hear a melody.
To continue with the spirit of Autumn, I have a new dark fantasy book out now! Read book one here.
