Edwin sat in the dining hall of the cruise ship, Philomena. The waiter tossed a plate of food on his table, spilling some contents. “What next?” he asked angrily.
“Strawberry ice cream” stammered Edwin
The waiter scowled at him. Edwin returned to his room to find his clothes back from the laundry. They were still dirty and his room was not swept well.
He described the events to his friend in the next cabin.
“Philomena employs only cockpit crew and engineers. The other ‘employees’ are those who sneak in without paying their fares.”
Edwin shuddered. “Where can I hide?”
Thank you, Rochelle, for hosting Friday Fictioneers and thanks to Jan Wayne Fields for the lovely photo.