Jose Soares asked, turning in her seat to give the ship’s junior engineer the stink-eye.
The last couple years have separated people, physically and mentally. This isolation has not been healthy. Human beings are social creatures.
The Admiral had been like a lighthouse for my career, a symbol of what I could be if I wanted, no matter what anyone else might say or do to discourage me.
Pounding throb of diesel-belching locomotive. Michael hears them passing around goodbys. None are passed to him.