Three Sentence Stories #27

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The waves crashed into my legs, almost knocking me over, but I righted myself and continued staring out at the endless blue water. Of all the ways I might have died, doing it alone on an island, thousands of miles from another living soul, was not a fate I had ever contemplated.

“On the bright side,” I thought, turning back toward the island, “I do have all of these dead people to keep me company.”

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