Tom regimentally completed his daily log. If nothing else, it eased the boredom.
30,000 feet below
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.