by
claudia
They had been adrift for countless days.
The little boat bobbed lazily on the gentle swells.
The two occupants had long since given up
hope of ever being rescued and lay supine, waiting to die.
“Is there any water left?” the man croaked through parched lips.
“A drop or two, here take it,” the woman replied, handing him a battered canteen.
He sat up reaching for the water. Eyes widening, with a shaking hand he pointed. “Look.”
“An island.”
“Paddle, hurry.”
They collapsed on the sandy shore.
“We made it.”
They didn’t see the sign that read.
“Nuclear Testing Site”
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