Another failed entry to the "Flash Fiction" thing. The rules are very simple; The "story" has to be less than 150 words and feature a particular prompt word (which is the one in brackets).
IN THE BELLY (steam)
IN THE BELLY (steam)
Sweat glistened on every exposed inch of
skin as the men frantically shoveled coal into the ever-hungry boilers. Deep in
the bowels of the mighty liner, few words were ever exchanged, the ear-smashing
thumping of the engines saw to that, but a look or two exchanged could speak
volumes.
They all knew that the head of steam being
demanded from the bridge would probably mean that the Blue Riband would be
theirs for the taking, but the risks were enormous, and everyone this far down
knew that not one of them had much change of survival.
So, when the crunch did come, and threw
them all off their feet, it was still so unexpected that many of them forgot
what the escape ladders were for.
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