Short Story Preview: Redemption
‘Mummy! Mamasita! Wake up!’ I shook her vigorously in her cabin bunk ‘He’s gone! Quick! We must find him!’
She stirred, opened her eyes and stared sleepily at my frantically flapping hand.
‘Darling, it’s only five o’clock! Go back to bed now. I’ll help you look after the steward has brought my tea at seven.’
‘But Mummy, we mustn’t wait. We could die!’
‘Now that’s rubbish! Back to bed with you, silly little goose. Nothing’s going to happen to you.’ And with that, she turned over and went to sleep again.
In my bunk I lay shivering – not from cold but from shock. Just inches away, outside the cabin wall, great grey waves thundered against the porthole as the ship pitched and rolled its way to Liverpool through yet another rough sea.