A Sneak Peak!

This is a small sketch from a story I’m working on.  Really excited for it, and I hope you are, too!

 The only sound was a soft hum coming from the console, a complex array of buttons, levers, knobs, and pipes. The only illumination came from a large round light on the far light of the console. Slowly and silently blinking on and off, washing the room with warm red light.

“Bloody hell, that damn thing ‘as been goin’ off fer hours. Can’t a man catch a wink?” Ewan said, making a loud racket as he quickly turned side to side on his small cot .

“Oi, it’s only been goin’ off fer fifteen minutes! You’re the reason neither of us can’t catch a wink, you an’ that damned noisy bed. Now shut-up an’ fetch me a fag, will ye?” Alan held out his hand. Ewan shot up, his grogginess suddenly purged.

“Wait a tick. Crim, Crim, ain’t that the bloody cosmotelegraphic-communication-receptor? It is, isn’t it!? We’re saved, Crim! By god, we’re saved!” Ewan shouted ecstatically. His eyes raced up and down the complex console, trying to make sense of something.

“Naw, the CCR’s right next to it, Ewan. Use yer head, aye? That’s the fuel capacitor, lettin’ us know we’re outta steam,” Alan said sheepishly, “Now what about that fag? We’re stranded, might as well enjoy a smoke, aye?” Alan beckoned with his hand. Defeated, Ewan retrieved a cigarette from a box carelessly thrown atop the console. He shuffled his feet as he handed the cigarette to Alan and plopped sheepishly into his noisy bed.

“Night, Alan.”

“Aye.”