Deserted

They drop you off on the island and give you a gun with one bullet. One more day, I keep telling myself, but another day on saltwater and seaweed and I might not even know what a gun is.

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Metronome

I imagine the waves crashing rhythmically against the shore, magnificent and powerful, crashing and waning, crashing and waning, but now the rhythm takes on a melancholy feeling and the desperation creeps back and the crashing waves become a drum beat and the drum beat becomes a heartbeat and I feel panicked and lonely. Damn it!

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