I’m lying on my berth in the cramped forepeak, trying to tune in the ball game on my transistor radio. All I can hear is the hiss of static punctuated by an eerie theremin-like wail….
| precious little fictions in 500 words (or less). |
| precious little fictions in 500 words (or less). |
I’m lying on my berth in the cramped forepeak, trying to tune in the ball game on my transistor radio. All I can hear is the hiss of static punctuated by an eerie theremin-like wail….
