Odds Against

The verdant island shimmering in the distance – is it a mirage? A low cloud reflecting the ocean? Real? I notice the birds. Birds mean land. Land means better odds of survival.

As the raft drifts closer, an irrational fear grips me. Am I bound for jungle paradise or horror movie? Flashes of feral boys, a conch, a parachute come unbidden.

A thin strip of sandy beach separates jungle from ocean. I pull the raft clear of the waterline, prop it up for shelter.

The thunderous boom of a trumpet shell reverberates across the island. The odds on survival’ve gone down.

***

Stroke of luck that today’s Writing 101 prompt and this week’s FFfAW picture go together. I wonder if anyone else looked at the island and thought Ralph and Jack.

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21 thoughts on “Odds Against

  1. This is wonderful Sonya! I hate to appear ignorant but what is a trumpet shell? I imagined it being something involving war. I agree with Izzy regarding the back and forth feeling of fear and hope. Great play with the emotions Sonya. That hope went to zero at the end.

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    1. Nothing to do with ignorance, PJ. That was a bit of a gamble on my part because I didn’t want to use conch again, and trumpet-like instrument sounded silly. In Lord of the Flies, they blow into a conch to assemble everyone, that’s what I was trying to get at. Sorry for the confusion…

      Thank you, PJ 🙂

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  2. A very gripping story, Sonya. You build up the suspense beautifully as hope and fear battle for supremacy. The boom of the trumpet shell finishes the story off really well, and leaves us wondering exactly who populates this island!

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