Marcus Terrell Smith

Titan Aboard. Runner-Up in Ship of Dreams Challenge.

“You black bastard!” Joseph barely heard the curse fire, before he felt the child’s small body slip from his hold. Her head of dark curls slid down towards his chest and her feeble torso, clothed in only an embroidered sleeping gown, fell towards his belly. He caught the girl with an instinctive squeeze of his elbow against his side, which caused her to cry out in pain. The sound was muffled in the folds of his shirt and heavy coat, as he pressed her into him, guarding the shivering child from the fire-eyed stranger who gripped her tight by the ankle.