Friday Fictioneers: Officer Country

Posted on December 5, 2012

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copyright Rich Voza

“How many times have I told tell you, the Admiral’s p-way is not an appropriate place for sock skating? Nor is it a bowling alley.” She grabbed him by the ear, and he had to run on tiptoe, howling, to keep up with her, as she frog-marched him to the end of the corridor.

“You want me to lose my job? Don’t you like it in Officer Country?”

He weighed all his friends back in Crew Quarters against the food in the Wardroom and the snobby officers’ brats who kept reminding him his mom was just a Warrant, and said nothing.

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