Today I have some things to do for most of the evening, so I stockpiled words to be ready for it. Things are not going well for Seth, and they don’t show signs of getting much better. Poor guy.
Word Count: 3970
Excerpt:
Seth nearly choked as he realized he was sliding along the deck now. A yelp, a scream escaped him as he scrabbled for purchase, sliding right past the hatch and the crewman’s hasty grab. Something crackled over the intercom, some safety procedure for everyone to follow now that they were safely inside.
Everyone except Seth. He wasn’t safely inside, and he met the crewman’s eyes once more as he slid further and further away from that opening.
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