Wayward Wind

[An old story of mine, written in 2015. A very, very, very rough story that I had intentions of revising and editing but hadn't gotten around to it.]

Frankie Calhoun ferries the dead.

She doesn't remember when she wasn't ferrying the dead.

The Department gives her a destination. She helps the soul cross. She moves on.

Until the day she is assigned Henry.

From the moment she finds him waiting on his island, something begins to unravel. His presence unsettles her. And as the crossing begins, Frankie is forced to confront a quiet, impossible truth: she does not know if she was sent to ferry Henry... or if Henry was sent to ferry her.

As the fog closes in and the past refuses to stay buried, Frankie must decide whether to complete the assignment she was given, or finally choose a course of her own.

Because some journeys are not about where you're going.
They're about who you're willing to remember.
And some winds, once followed
can never be escaped.