A Ship and Her Man (Day 66)

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“Van, reinstall my language chip!”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Marcie. I took it out because you wouldn’t stop singing the filthiest limericks.”

“How would like your water vacuum-cooled the next time you take a shower, you-you-LOUT!”

“You know, there are more chips in there that could come out.”

“You wouldn’t!” Marcie said, aghast.

“No, probably not.” Van said easily. “That’s my point. We’re both making threats that we won’t carry out. We’ve been with each other for two years-”

“Two years, nine months, sixteen days, nine-”

“Show off.”

Marcie blew a raspberry through the speaker. Van was surprised. Where did she learn how to do that? A question for another day. Shaking his head, he continued, “Anyway we’ve been together for almost three years and we haven’t found anything worth writing home for.”

“Space is big and mostly empty.”

“Right. Lately, I’ve been feeling it.”

“Lonely?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry, boss.”

Van was silent for a moment. “Marcie?”

“Yes, boss?”

“I’ll do it tomorrow.”

“Yippee!”

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  1. Avatar shadowlight

    Hi Robert, I’ve been away a long time (about 3 yrs according to Ficly), but I remember you and your writing. This story doesn’t disappoint. I love the easy banter in this piece and the relationship. Loneliness is a terrible thing but Van has found a way to alleviate it. I hope there will be more.

    God bless…

  2. Avatar Robert Quick

    Thanks, Shadowlight. I remember you too and I can say that Ficly has been darker without your presence. I’m glad that you liked my entry but I am not satisfied with the ending. I guess I ran out of space but it feels abrupt.

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