Alone


There was a rustle behind me. And a… giggle? What?

I was sure I was alone on this island. Not another human being around. I had wandered the edge, thinking if anyone was here there would at least be signs of life along the water. But there had been none. And yet…

Was that another giggle? It had been 15, no 16, days, and other than a few small animals, I hadn’t seen another living being. I turned, creeping inland through the sand.

There. Is that? I blinked. Did I see an eye? Or were mine playing tricks on me?



Ed Dzitko

Do all the good you can, by all the means you can, in all the ways you can, in all the places you can, at all the times you can, to all the people you can, as long as ever you can. (John Wesley)

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