By Angie Dent
Tom regimentally completed his daily log. If nothing else, it eased the boredom.
54 days
30,000 feet below
18 knots
Location: Classified
He’d taken the job after a disastrous business venture and an even more disastrous marriage. Every day was a cycle of monotony: 8 hours in the hot, cramped engine room, 8 hours in a bed sandwiched between other skivvies, and 8 brutal hours to fill. Always a breath away from madness or disaster. No space, fresh air, or privacy.
Alone with his memories, he wondered if he’d ever see the sky again. He tossed his lucky quarter.
Tails again.
I can really feel the ennui and confinement.
Interesting and sad. Sounds like a horrible place to be. But it’s clearly a punishment he has set for himself, a hell, that he will endure, hoping to come out alright in the end…maybe.