Dust for Ship

She’d made a poor job of hiding the damage

Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write, as part of a group, a flash fiction based on the same short prompt and post the story. Here’s my contribution.

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Heimert halted, grimacing, hands itching at the ship’s papered walls. Stars guide. Who knew what grim it held. Family ships.

The ship’s co-owner, Esta, turned to him. “A bit different in design, but works. Worth the glit.”

Worth scrapping. Heimert stepped forward, a panel shifted. Loose floors were for earth dwellings, not haulers. Papered walls could hide other damage. . . “It won’t cover your husband’s medical bills.”

“It has to,” she said voice cracking.

He had her. “It won’t, but you could hire on.” He grinned at her desperate nod. Ship and crew aquired. The company would be pleased.

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