Charon’s daughter sat waiting for her father’s boat to return. Until it did, she sat patiently on the pier holding a lantern to show the arriving passengers the way. It wasn’t the career she had hoped for. After all, she had great legs and had always wanted to be a model. But it was the family business, and she had been convinced to stay on at least till she got her break. She had really loved her gap year, two years ago. She had seen loads of places she could have only dreamed of back here on the Styx. The longer she sat the more she regretted giving in to her mother’s pleas to stay. Finally, as the ferry came back into view, she decided to tell her dad she had had enough. When he got to her side, she would let him know that she was heading back to Milan at the end of the week. If this job had taught her anything, it was that life’s too short to waste.
Cyril Rushford was a man with a mission. This unassuming civil servant from the Department of Angles took his work seriously. No errors in trigonomic calculation were going to take place on his watch. In fact, the precision of his work was so exact that he was the marvel of the entire ministry.
No one needed a spirit level or pendulum when Cyril was on the case. He had uncanny knack to note the slightest discrepancy.
As new headquarters for the ministry’s own premises were being constructed, it was Cyril that was assigned to make sure his department would lead by example. A task he completed admirably.
It started with a series of tremors. Then, on March 15th 2023 the ground vented massive clouds of CO2. Around the globe carbon dioxide monitors wailed.
There wasn’t much to be done, but where possible evacuations to higher ground took place. While only a relative handful could be saved, the Geological Survey team did what they could. With a mere seven hundred rescued at their station, Walford and Hughes of the High Menton Team, despondently made their ascent into an uncertain future.
Carl and Linda had followed the instructions precisely, and sure enough the blossom was just where the instructions said. Now it was just a matter of getting back to the checkpoint before the time ran out on the scavenger hunt.
“Fifteen minutes,” Carl warned.
“Don’t get too far ahead, the rules say we need to arrive together,” Linda reminded him.
“Then hurry, Sweetie. Fourteen and half minutes and a hundred thousand is ours.”
“I’m doing my best,” she said as he tugged her along.
Little did they know that the production company had another couple of surprises for them before they could get back to the checkpoint.
Peter Carlson stepped lightly from the Paris hotel where he had just had an important business meeting. He tucked a document securely into his inside jacket pocket, and tapped it twice for good measure before hailing a taxi.
The real estate deal he had just completed brought back memories of his first so long ago in New York. He had been a young man then with only his college tuition money to his name, but he risked it all on that first big buy. He had never looked back.
Now he was on his way back home to the Jiffy Lube, of which he was franchise holder. This Paris deal was going to complete his portfolio. He couldn’t wait to hang the deed to the Eiffel Tower next to his certificates for the Brooklyn Bridge, Mount Rushmore, and the Leaning Tower.