albert and the devilfish

lieutenant albert randle turned the large dial ten degrees and spoke methodically into the metal horn, "ship down ten degrees aye sir." the lumbering argonaut-class submarine "devilfish" listed slowly to the left and albert held himself steady by repositioning his weight to his right leg. the muffled chug of the twin meichenzer diesels gave the small iron command capsule all the vibrations of a bull-dike on the business end of a 12 inch strap-on. the senior petty officer placed his hand on albert's shoulder startling him. "at ease sailor" john said as he looked over the glowing gauges in the dark cabin. "you better get some sleep lieutenant, we still have a few hours before we reach the marianas trench." albert rubbed his strained eyes and shook his head, "aye that sir." he removed his headset and started down the small iron ladder. "oh, lieutenant" the officer said without looking up from the command console, "i'm sorry to hear about your wife." albert stopped and turned, "i know you are sir, and thank you." the officer sighed and continued, "it wasn't just me you know albert, we all fucked her."

8 comments:

RuKsaK said...

Just excellent - love this stuff.

Perfect Virgo said...

Marianas Trench - that's precisely the detail that makes these slices so convincing.

'At ease Sailor' is dialogue of a high order, speaks volumes.

Kim said...

applause!

Lizabeth said...

these stories are getting so saucy, I love it! when do we get the girls in nurses outfits... oh wait, I mean the guys in speedos

finnegan said...

Mariana's Trench? Hmmm. Surely a sly reference to the lieutenant's wife.
Or not.

Queen Neetee said...

Well, well...that really was a saucy tale.

You are one of the best writers around!

Good to see you again.

Dave said...
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Dave said...

Amazing tales, i feel hypnotised and itchy. Make mine a double...

dave/365 micro story project