[The Flash-Fic Appears] Stranded

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Subject: Stranded.  

Date: No idea.

Time: The sun is baking me.

Place: Somewhere with water all around.


To whoever (whom is a stupid word.)

I am stranded on a barren wasteland with fresh water, coconuts, bananas, and a bottle.  

I don't know how I got here, or who I was. Probably, due to the swollen gash on my forehead. I have forgotten nearly everything, except for my anxiety and depression, and my inability to swim. I remembered the latter, when I tried to swim my way off the island. The shock also brought back some memories of news articles from 2016 – 2018. Honestly, it's not worth the charcoal I'm using to write this.

I don't know when someone will find this message. Or if the message will even be intact, after all this is a banana leaf. But if someone does, please fulfill my last wishes.

1. Give the monkeys on this island a Nobel Prize. You really begin to appreciate the companionship of animals when you're alone, even though they throw coconuts at me.

2. Put a GPS tag on all humans. It sounds like the kind of thing an authoritarian state would do, but you'll thank me later.

3. Oops ran out of space.

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