A gleaming shape she floated by

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Photo prompt courtesy of Georgia Koch

Charlotte was the newest in a long line of Ladies Under Curses. Banished from the living world far below her lonely tower, she got her visuals on a giant screen with excellent social media access. She’d learned to be content.

That was before she saw his facebook videos: sun-dazzled helmet, jewelled leathers, coal-black curls— he was a god, astride a Harley. She had to find him.

She set off downriver, defiant, determined, and in her best snowy-white dress—she was a Lady after all.

Pity she was dead as dust in the bottom of the boat by journey’s end—but a curse is a curse.

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This week’s Friday Fictioneers’ prompt is a repeat from last year, so for the first time I’ve been able to do a re-run. However my first story for this picture continued an even earlier one, so I’ve reworked it, combining the two stories. If you’d like to read the two original versions, you’ll find part one here and part two here.

Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can read the other hundred word stories here.

Here is the poem that inspired my story.

The broad stream bore her far away

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.

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Copyright – Georgia Koch

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.