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| photo credit: turkish coffee pot via photopin (license) |
The hatch hissed as the
seal between the station and the Nebre opened allowing our two new
passengers to cross the threshhold.
“Welcome onto the
Nebre,” I said. “My name is Perry, I’m the co-pilot. This here
is our ship’s doctor, Thorton.”
“Nice to meet you sir,
I’m Colin Whithers, this is my wife Lauren.”
By the way she clung to
her husbands arm, the man’s wife looked very intimidated by the
Nebre. I shook
Colin’s hand and nodded politely to his wife.
“The Nebre is the safest
ship around. She’ll get you to Andromeda in one piece Ma’am.”
A familiar whistling to my
left alerted me that my captain was headed this way. Mrs. Whithers gasped as
she saw the captain for the first time.
“Is there something
wrong with your captain?” She whispered to Dr. Thorton.
“Now why would you think
that?” My captain said, gallantly tipping his hat and bowing to his
newest guests.
“Well, why are you
wearing that on your head sir?” Mrs. Whithers asked pointing to my
captain’s hat.
“Ma’am this has been
passed down in my family for years.” My captain replied flashing
Mrs. Whithers a smooth smile. ““Make yourselves at home, we
should be nearing Andromeda in the morning.”
The captain tipped his hat
once again and headed back to the front of the ship.
“Did you really have to
ask the captain about his ‘choice of headwear’?” Collen asked
his wife once they were behind the closed door of their quarters.
Lauren cocked her head at
her husband.
“Didn’t you think it
was odd!” Lauren asked before placing her suitcase in the corner
locker.
Collen shrugged.
“What the man chooses to
wear doesn’t bother me.” Collen answered. “What difference does
it make?”
“Um, because he might
just be nuts and he’s the one flying this ship!” Lauren answered.
Collen shoved his bag in
beside his wife’s in the locker before turning to look at her.
“I’m hungry, do you
want to go get something to eat?”
Lauren shrugged with a
long sigh and a roll of her eyes and followed her husband down to the Galley.
Inside they found an old
style kitchen stove and a long wooden table.
“Huh.” Lauren said.
Collen looked through the
cabinet above the stove and found a dehydrated bag of beans and
franks.
Lauren grabbed a pot from
the table, filled it with water and dumped in the beans and franks.
Within minutes the aroma
had filled the Galley.
“Wow that smells good!
Is there enough for one more?” The captain asked as he entered the
room.
“Sure!” Lauren
replied, setting the pot onto the table for everyone to enjoy.
“Why are there beans in
my hat?” The captain asked eyeing his steaming hat on the table.
“Sir, It’s not a hat
its a copper pot!” Lauren objected.
“Oh, I know that!” The
captain said with a wink. “The beans should be in our bowls not in
my hat!”
Today's post was inspired by the letter C. C is for: Copper Pot as part of the Blogging from A to Z April 2015 challenge! Click on the letter to join on in the fun!
Every day (excluding sundays) I will be writing a post about something that begins with the letter for that day. Most of the time you will find a sci-fi flash fiction piece here.
This post is ALSO part of the 52 week flash fiction challenge on facebook
Week 2 word prompt: Pot
Word Limit: 20- 500
This one tops out right at 494 words.
For Readers: What other things would you be willing to use a pot for besides cooking? Could you wear one like our eccentric captain here?
