Fiction | Short Story

Bartending on a Captainless Ship

Captains are always making you think you’re secure and happy and then bam, you’re capsizing with an iceberg in your rearview mirror.

Heather got me the job because I was hard up for money. She asked if I’d ever been a bartender. With uncharacteristic candor, I admitted that I’d rather not say. She shifted gears.

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