In a dim metal room with many small televisions on one wall a young women with brown reddish, a man and an old lady were seated.
"Take your time Mrs. Kristen"
"Whenever you're ready Grandma 👵" the young woman said.
"I know this can be hard for you ... it was quite a traumatic experience Mrs. Kristen" the man said seated in front of her.
The old lady started to talk
"It's been 54 years... holy shit I'm old."
"Grandma, maybe we should take a break,"
"No, no I got in the bag," she said in her croaky voice.
"Well Mr. Lawson thought it'd be a good idea to bring in some other survivors to jog up your memory." With that they heard a knock at the door. Mr. Lawson got up and opened the door. There were three ladies around the age of the grandma at the door.
"Mrs. Kristen this is--"
"I know who they are!"
"That's right it's us." one of the ladies said in a nasally tone
"We're back you stupid bitch." Another said with a bold voice
"NO!" Mrs. Kristen said
"You've aged horribly," the last one said in a low voice
"Grandma are you okay?" The granddaughter and Mr. Lawson didn't expect quite tension in a matter of seconds they met.
"The Olympic was called the Ship of Dreams but these three made it the ship of hell!" Mr. Kristen said pissed
*So this might not reach any views but if it does what are your thoughts
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The Olympic
RomanceThe story of a girl name Rose and three wenches she meets (Kimberly, Khole Jane, and Kourtney) on the ship 🚢 of dreams The Olympic and finds a man she can't woo, kinda like a titanic 2.0
