the sheets on the
bunk have rippled like a microwaved pappadum
there is a whine, a
close mosquito or a distant dentist’s drill
the ship seems to be
tilting backwards as if sinking stern-first
the squall through
the porthole bristles with echidna spines of sun
the passenger-mind
is focussed by a word and the smell of burning
the engines have
stopped the day is soon calm again
dramatic and really quite scary! then that unexpected great ending. I really enjoyed this taste of danger...
ReplyDeletethanks, Efi — hope it's not prophetic
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