A better fate than what else was at hand – I chose Scylla over Charybdis. Caught between a rock and a hard place. Which do you choose? The path of least suffering.
I ran aground.
Better than into that gaping maw.
She grew, and swelled, and swallowed. Doing her father’s dirty work.
Where currents meet she stalks her prey – a whirlpool as her mouth opens, catching the bait.
Scylla loomed, jagged.
I remembered well the advice of ancients, “Hug Scylla’s crag—sail on past her—top speed! Better by far to lose six men and keep your ship than lose your entire crew.”
Between a rock and a hard place.
I chose what I had to.
Written for the A to Z Blogging Challenge, today’s letter is the letter ‘C.’ For those of you coming ’round for your first visit, the theme of my A to Z is “Under-Represented Monsters.” Pretty sure that Charybdis hasn’t really been mentioned recently other than as an (now old fashioned) idiom: Between Scylla and Charybdis (now: between a rock and a hard place.) Additional text has been lifted from the ancients. In this case from Homer’s Odyssey. Oh, and I managed to squeeze in one of this week’s BeKindRewrite prompts: Catching the bait. The image is of the Costa Concordia after she ran aground (what a sexist convention, by the way. Why are ships gendered?) Comments and criticism always welcome!