Unspeakable
“I began to wonder if maybe I’d just imagined those words. But I hadn’t imagined that half-smile. A white crescent in the dark. A sliver of something that was so much more, but hidden in shadow. I couldn’t tell you what it was about him that intrigued me so. Sure, he was broad chested and thick armed. Tall. Strong. Even handsome, yes, under all that soot and scowl. But it wasn’t even all that. It was him. Jim Farrow drew me like the tide. Slowly. Mysteriously. Powerfully.
“What has got into you, girl?” Matron Jones chided as I stood in the galley absentmindedly holding a laden breakfast tray. “That’s to go to the Smiths in 345. The tea will be cold if you don’t get a move on.”
I murmured an apology and set off down the long passageway to deliver the tray. And then another. And another. I made the beds and took the laundry to be cleaned. I scrubbed the sinks while the Shultz family took their morning stroll on the promenade. I pictured it, the Shultzes or some other wealthy couple stand...ing there, their long dress coats and scarves blowing in the wind, their gloved hands gripping Jim’s rail, and smiled to myself.MoreLess
“What has got into you, girl?” Matron Jones chided as I stood in the galley absentmindedly holding a laden breakfast tray. “That’s to go to the Smiths in 345. The tea will be cold if you don’t get a move on.”
I murmured an apology and set off down the long passageway to deliver the tray. And then another. And another. I made the beds and took the laundry to be cleaned. I scrubbed the sinks while the Shultz family took their morning stroll on the promenade. I pictured it, the Shultzes or some other wealthy couple stand...ing there, their long dress coats and scarves blowing in the wind, their gloved hands gripping Jim’s rail, and smiled to myself.MoreLess
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