draliman on life

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, and this time I’m well stumped. My muse has gone on holiday, I think. Never mind, I’m not missing one so I’ve popped together the story below.

Thanks as always to our host Rochelle, and to Ted Strutz for supplying the photo. Other entries for this week can be found here.

Copyright Ted Strutz

Ah, to be a cruise ship! The majestic lines. A power station turning huge propellers to slice with ease through the dark waters of the Atlantic, the Pacific, to distant and exotic destinations. The pride of the fleet!

It could have been me.

It SHOULD have been me!

Ding ding, all aboard for the harbour tour! All aboard!

Harbour tours. Pah! How could the Great Builder (may He be exhalted) install my consciousness in this tiny, flat-bottomed scow? How has it come to this?

I think today I will end this. Sink myself. All hands lost.

Goodbye, cruel world.