Three line tales: Terminus

This is for Sonya’s three line tales challenge. The photo for the prompt is by Charlie Hang.


‘The ferry terminal’s over there,’ she said, ‘so what’s that thing, so low in the water down there, where those people are trooping so silently?’

‘Different destinations,’ he replied, taking her hand as they climbed up the spidery stairs towards the platform where the neon sign winked red at night, and they could see the arms of the bay stretched out into the mists of the ocean, around the invisible island.

He looked down at the boat, punting through the dark water away from the quay, then back at her, his eyes filled with a deep sadness, and in the instant before he jumped into the buffeting wind, pulling her after him, she understood where they were going.