A young man told me of his going to the core of the ship, a place
“The room had just enough eerie green light to guide you to your bed. My berth was the one on the top. To reach it I had to pull myself up over the front edge, ducking and pulling my legs in then rolling over onto my back, with just a few inches between my face and the ceiling. There was a small curtain I could pull, enclosing myself in what felt like a tomb. I never heard any sounds coming from behind the other pulled curtains. I never really slept, though. What I thought were
He held out his hand and begged me to take the gun from his hand.
But there wasn’t a gun. It was then when I started not trusting him.