Saturday, February 24, 2018

Under fire

Polk hurried along the narrow corridor, sliding past sailors heading in the opposite direction.

Overhead he could hear the thumping of batteries returning fire.

The ship rocked as a second shell sliced through the deck and exploded.

The radioman slammed into a bulkhead and fought to stay upright.

Up ahead a man rounded the corner, his face bloodied.

Polk hurried on, determined to reach the comms room.

The next detonation sent him sprawling.

Then the lights flickered and died.

He hoped someone was sending out an SOS; that he’d make it out before the old lady slid beneath the waves.

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

1 comment:

Margot Kinberg said...

Really effective action here, Rob. I like it a lot.