Prompt provided by Iain Kelly!
How is it possible to be in a helicopter, high above the city one moment, and on an island writing SOS in the sand the next?
I thought I was alone. It turned out that there was another woman on the opposite end who had taken the liberty of building herself a tree-house. I moved in. After several weeks I think I had given up on the idea of ever being rescued. We had the house, there was a fresh bottle of water in the chest every morning and we had all the fish and fruit we could ever want to eat.
I think I realized that I might have been dreaming it all when a fox came and sat next to me. Maybe I was still in the helicopter. Maybe I had crashed and was lying in a hospital bed totally unaware of what was going on.
The fox said I was worrying too much.
We shared a cocktail as we watched new people walk out of the water to live with us on the island.
177 words (oops)