DESTINY 

By Tessa Harvey



    Dennis was pilfering from the kitchen. The staff were seated away around the corner bulkhead, enjoying their quiet "smoko," before the rush and rattle of lunch.
    Small for his age, the boy was selective. Only light, economical packets of soup etc. slid into his backpack. Finally a small flattish pan. What else?
    "Oy!" a cook yelled, "what for you in here, eh? Go!" Smiling, he tossed a bread roll at the eight year old. The man thought of his own small, bouncing, happy children, longing to see them again and their beautiful mama....Seven weeks was a long time.
    Connie stepped out of the cabin just as a steward stepped on a cockroach, then ran, the polisher he was steering over the insect and shining floor until it was scarcely a wrinkle.
    When he saw the girl's face he laughed and gave her a wink, wishing she was older. She smiled in return. "Your boyfriend - he raida the kitchens again. Tuttut!"
    Connie ran to find Dennis. He saw her coming. "Engines misfiring," he called. "Can you hear?"

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