Another story about Ghost from No Man’s Land! (Not a ghost story. A Ghost story. Sarcasm and sass instead of horror, I’m afraid).
This one was one of Ryan’s favourites, and I love it too – what do you do if a ghost just won’t settle? Go and see the boss, of course.
Charon gives me a smile as I walk down the dock jutting out into the stinking river. She’s dressed as a Venetian gondolier today. “Nice hat,” I tell her.
“Thanks! It was in the sale. Didn’t you see the picture I posted?” Charon’s a friend, surprisingly—or a pen-pal, more likely. She’s got a smartphone someplace under that neat suit, and is weirdly good for technology for a thousand-year old psychopomp. Everyone to their own, I guess.
“I’ve been working today,” I say as I step into the boat. “Does it come in purple?”
“I’ll check for you. Are you here to pick someone up?” she asks as I tip two coins into her hand.
“Nope, here to see the boss.”
She gives me a funny face, sticking her tongue out. “Wow, you’re in for it. No-one sees the boss these days.”
“She’s got lackeys, hasn’t she? Too busy to see us minions.”
“What happened to personal service?” I moan. “Well, I’ve got a complaint, so tough.”
“Rather you than me! When are we going clubbing again?”