Acheron — Chapter 4

Closing the Circle

Steve Fendt
4 min readJun 30, 2022


Misty Morning | author image

Some images stick with you for a lifetime. I see this one before my mind’s eye, as vivid as if I were standing there now.

Mist hung over the black waters of the swift-flowing Acheron. The autumn sun was yet to rise behind the gum trees on the eastern bank. A flight of black cockatoos flapped slowly overhead, then were gone. Somewhere close by, a kookaburra launched into a…



Steve Fendt Short stories, serial fiction, memoirs of a possibly quasi-true nature. Aussie tales of banjos, beaches and the bush.