Here is my story for this week’s Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. When I saw the photo prompt I just had to write about Charlotte again – the boat in the photo was a perfect vessel for her. Here’s where Charlotte first appears, and here’s my original inspiration.
Charlotte had made her choice, so she could blame nobody but herself. No good saying she should have stayed in her tower-top apartment with her Facebook and Youtube favourites. When Lance showed up in magnificent detail on her screen, she had to find him.
The only way down was the fire escape to the river below, the only available transport a broken-down skiff; but she did it, and in her best snowy-white dress – she was a Lady, after all.
Pity she was dead as dust by journey’s end – but a curse is a curse.