Day 17: Ice Chamber
Today's Word Count: 427 words
Total Word Count: 8,852 words
Excerpt: Mina fixes an engine.
Mina wiped her brow and tried to fan herself with her hands. She always hated having to come down into the engines; it was always so burning hot. She tried to wipe the sweat off her palms before picking up her wrench again. From her position lying underneath one of the engines Mina reached up and tried to tighten up some of the nuts and bolts. Once she finished, she tapped the communicator at her wrist. “Neph, give engine 3 a try now,” she said.
“Sure thing,” he replied. “Here we go.”
Mina grinned as the engine above her roared to life and joined in with the other engines already running. “Brilliant. I’m coming back up,” she spoke into her communicator once more before switching it off. She crawled back to the manhole opening, dragging the toolbox with her, and pulled herself back up into the cargo hold.
With a sigh Mina plaited her hair again (after having most of it fall out while working on the engines) before turning around. She jumped slightly at the sight that greeted her. A man was doing push-ups in the middle of the cleared floor without a shirt on. Mina felt her stomach tingle as she watched a drop of sweat trickle down the well-toned back. She could appreciate a good-looking man just as well as the next woman could. Mina scowled though when it registered in her mind just who it was that she was appreciating.
Darien stood up and wiped his face and neck with the towel he’d left on a crate.
QotD:
Darien: See something you like?
Mina: [scoffs] Hardly.
Total Word Count: 8,852 words
Excerpt: Mina fixes an engine.
Mina wiped her brow and tried to fan herself with her hands. She always hated having to come down into the engines; it was always so burning hot. She tried to wipe the sweat off her palms before picking up her wrench again. From her position lying underneath one of the engines Mina reached up and tried to tighten up some of the nuts and bolts. Once she finished, she tapped the communicator at her wrist. “Neph, give engine 3 a try now,” she said.
“Sure thing,” he replied. “Here we go.”
Mina grinned as the engine above her roared to life and joined in with the other engines already running. “Brilliant. I’m coming back up,” she spoke into her communicator once more before switching it off. She crawled back to the manhole opening, dragging the toolbox with her, and pulled herself back up into the cargo hold.
With a sigh Mina plaited her hair again (after having most of it fall out while working on the engines) before turning around. She jumped slightly at the sight that greeted her. A man was doing push-ups in the middle of the cleared floor without a shirt on. Mina felt her stomach tingle as she watched a drop of sweat trickle down the well-toned back. She could appreciate a good-looking man just as well as the next woman could. Mina scowled though when it registered in her mind just who it was that she was appreciating.
Darien stood up and wiped his face and neck with the towel he’d left on a crate.
QotD:
Darien: See something you like?
Mina: [scoffs] Hardly.