Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Excerpt: Tuesday's 1-liner
Without awaiting orders, Julian also responded—she dove into the Helmsman chair, wiped the smatter of Tommy’s blood from the LED readout, and yelled above the panic, “ALL AHEAD FULL!” She checked the compass reading. “HEADING ZERO-FIVE-ZERO!”
“Zero-Five-Zero, aye,” came the semi-automatic reply from the Officer of the Deck.
Julian found Tommy’s broken glasses on the console and fumbled with them. Toss them? Someone might slip on them. Exasperated, she put them up on her head, then felt stupid for it.