PseudoPod 79: Ice
Ice
by Heather Hatch
Johnson looked out at the glistening white expanse, glad for the barrier between him and the snow covered ice. He noted the research ship’s position and speed in the log book – along with the calm emptiness of the Antarctic wasteland – and turned to Ivers, the man at the radar.
“Still no sign of Dr. Fenton?” Johnson asked.
“Nope. Nothing from Saunders – how much longer are we waiting out here?”
Johnson shrugged. “Captain says another day.”
