As promised in the 16 Week Writing Challenge, I will be putting up samples of work I did from the preceding week.
From my memoir in progress, Down Ladder: A Submariner’s Tale.
Across from the tables was the galley, entered into through a door built specifically for garden Gnomes. It was too short overhead so you had to duck. It had a large lip on the bottom you had to step over, which constantly and consistently tripped people attempting to cross it. It was wide enough for a small Chinese woman to fit through, so naturally, I (being 6ft tall and wide like a plywood board) hated the fucking thing.