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Major Tom and the Lucky Lady

Major Tom and the Lucky Lady

I was balancing a cup of tea in one hand, while hanging on to the side of the companionway hatch with the other. I climbed into the cockpit sideways, compensating for the roll of the boat. I was only four days out of port and still getting used to the syncopated back and forth as Lucky Lady took the waves abeam.

I got myself safely to my seat by the helm and took a sip of tea. I sighed, hooked my tether to the harness I always wore above decks, and leaned back over the rail. The sky was clear and full of stars in that complete way that only happens on a moonless night hundreds of miles from shore.

Fame

Fame

Pupusas?” The woman’s nasal voice reached Randall at the back of the bus before he saw her pushing her way down the aisle. He could smell the warm, raw meat smell of his own sweaty body, and his stomached wriggled. He was hungry, but he couldn’t face mysterious little bits of meat.

Quiere pupusas?” the voice called again, and Randall saw the plump figure with her plastic tub approach his seat.

Frijol?” he asked, his high school Spanish failing him for a full sentence.

,” the woman answered. “Frijol y queso.”

Dos, por favor,” Randall said, and fished in his pocket for a crumpled bill.