Freighter Condition
September 10, 2009 at 2:00 pm (Wordexpanding)
On his back the dimmed sounds seemed like creaking ripples of underwater bubbles. The sick ridden body felt weak, while the sharp mind was as sharp as the failing TL-tube overhead, fuzzy moments followed. The Freighter touched the rusty panels of the belly of his ship, as an act of love, while the feeling of rolling undermined the pull of the deep dark.
“In poor shape we are my dear Love”, whispered the freighter’s Shipper seamlessly through his hissing teeth. Escaping steam was his answer while rushing wetness promised a salty goodbye.
“Our poor condition bids us farewell, my freighter”.
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The challenge is the following title: The Faithless Veil
