Saturday's Storyteller: Alexis Webb
Alexis Webb
by Belinda Roddie
Sipping from a glass of Scotch, Alexis Webb stood in her small quarters close to a porthole, gazing out at the view of the temporarily calm waters. The already short sleeves of her white uniform top were rolled up, some loose curls from her ponytail draped across the gold and black lapels on her shoulders. Her braided cap sat restlessly on her bed, freed from the tousled hair it had been forced to recline upon. For the first time in seven years, she was itching for a cigarette.
Outside her quarters, the captain was throwing a private party. While passengers were feasting and quaffing during their last night on the Pacific, Alexis's fellow officers were also getting drunk and high and having quite a time. Another trip done, checked off on the itinerary. Hopefully, they wouldn't mess with the fire extinguishers this time.
Alexis was the Safety Officer on the ship, after all, and she had perpetually been at sea for the last four years. She was responsible for keeping drunks in line during drills, keeping drunks away from boarding the lifeboats, keeping drunks away from inflatables and other equipment, and...well, keeping drunks away from most things. Sure, it was a pretty tongue-in-cheek way of describing her job, but since this cruise line wasn't anal about her keeping watch on the bridge, she was pretty much the go-to for shenanigans.
Now if only the passengers could stop being belligerent, inebriated, and racist. Alexis would have found that ideal.
This week's prompt was provided by a dream I had a while back. I really wanted to make this longer, but it'll have to be an intro for now. I'll revisit it some day. ...Maybe.
by Belinda Roddie
Sipping from a glass of Scotch, Alexis Webb stood in her small quarters close to a porthole, gazing out at the view of the temporarily calm waters. The already short sleeves of her white uniform top were rolled up, some loose curls from her ponytail draped across the gold and black lapels on her shoulders. Her braided cap sat restlessly on her bed, freed from the tousled hair it had been forced to recline upon. For the first time in seven years, she was itching for a cigarette.
Outside her quarters, the captain was throwing a private party. While passengers were feasting and quaffing during their last night on the Pacific, Alexis's fellow officers were also getting drunk and high and having quite a time. Another trip done, checked off on the itinerary. Hopefully, they wouldn't mess with the fire extinguishers this time.
Alexis was the Safety Officer on the ship, after all, and she had perpetually been at sea for the last four years. She was responsible for keeping drunks in line during drills, keeping drunks away from boarding the lifeboats, keeping drunks away from inflatables and other equipment, and...well, keeping drunks away from most things. Sure, it was a pretty tongue-in-cheek way of describing her job, but since this cruise line wasn't anal about her keeping watch on the bridge, she was pretty much the go-to for shenanigans.
Now if only the passengers could stop being belligerent, inebriated, and racist. Alexis would have found that ideal.
This week's prompt was provided by a dream I had a while back. I really wanted to make this longer, but it'll have to be an intro for now. I'll revisit it some day. ...Maybe.
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