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What Chip Saw
by Mrs. Fish
It’s been a very long shift – the generator went out for two hours, we had to shore up the area around Frame 54 after a major leak, and three crewmen ended up in Sick Bay. I’m ready for a good night’s sleep.
What the hell! Lee and the Admiral are laying on the deck making out like two teenagers. How does one politely interrupt your senior officers in this type of situation?
I clear my throat loudly enough for them to hear; they break apart and each go their separate ways.
My bed is calling; I’m going to heed it.
The End
