Photo: Copyright Ted Strutz
The English Channel: a strip of water that has protected Britain from invaders, for a thousand years.
Maybe I should have been more grateful on my first Cross-Channel ferry trip. I wasn’t feeling it. Instead, I felt the contents of my stomach shifting, as we pitched and rolled our way through the night, from Dover to Zeebrugge.
At last, a cheer! Land ho? Or at least, the welcoming lights of the Belgian port that would end this stygian ferry nightmare?
Actually, the bar had reopened after technical difficulties. A cue for more empty cans to roll down the aisles.
This is my contribution to Friday Fictioneers 100 word Challenge, based on the photo prompt and hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
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