Salvage

The crew of the Angel Flame received orders to head out.

Going about their preparations, nobody would have known Captain Smith’s mind was elsewhere and first mate Tina Goodrow had had another sleepless night.

Goodrow should have called in sick. She might have lost her position if she did, though, and she liked working with Smith. He treated her like a colleague, not a woman.

Smith mulled over the recurring argument he’d had with his wife. He was fond of his first mate, yes. But not in the way his wife had suggested. Tina was one of the guys.

Neither of them noticed the warning light indicating the oxygen generator malfunctioned.

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Today’s Story A Day writing prompt is Third Person Omniscient. I thought it might work with this week’s Mondays Finish the Story picture and opening sentence, even though having an omniscient narrator in 100 words is a wee bit bonkers. All MFtS stories can be found here.