The boat began to glide effortlessly through the water. Charon lowered his hand and flicked the camera on the phone back. He held it up and began taking pictures of the landscape and Joe. Snap, snap, snap.
‘You can take a selfie too,’ said Joe.
‘What is a selfie?’
‘Pass it here and I’ll show you,’ said Joe holding out his hand. Charon reluctantly passed the phone back to him. After a few adjustments, Joe held the phone up and said, ‘look.’ Charon looked at the image on the screen of himself and Joe.
‘Ohhhh, I see. I like that. Let me try.’
Joe passed him the phone back. It was at fifteen percent.
‘Come here,’ said Charon, throwing his skeletal arm around Joe’s shoulders. Joe cringed inside but managed to make a smile. Charon clicked the icon and the flash went off. ‘I like this,’ he said, pushing Joe to one side. Charon took another selfie, moved around the boat a bit and took another one. He combed his hair back with one hand, then took another photo. And another. And another.
Then they were nearing the bank.
‘Er…Charon,’ said Joe, ‘I think we might be about to crash.’
‘Oh..what? Oh, oh dear,’ said Charon as the boat ground to a halt, caught on the sand and silt of the bank.
Joe jumped out. ‘Thank you,’ he said. He turned and began to walk off towards the tree-line.
Charon wasn’t listening. Instead, he’d turned his attention back to taking photos. The phone camera was click-click-clicking at a rapid rate. Joe knew the battery would be dead within minutes.
‘What the…?’ he heard Charon shout. Joe ignored him, put his head down and ran.