Post 1455. Sunday February 19
The Sunday Whirl
It was nice of him to offer me a lift in his yacht. I'd always wanted to visit the uninhabited island across the bay. Off we went, bobbing up and down. He shouted ‘duck’. I looked to port and starboard, but I couldn’t see one. It was then the boom swung round, bonked me on the head and knocked me overboard. He didn’t seem to notice and kept going, chattering away as if I was still there.
Anyway, I managed to swim ashore and I had a nice time wandering around the island. I paddled in a stream, picked a daisy, drew a line in the sand, picked another daisy then got bored. Then it occurred to me I was marooned. What now?
This kind of thing must have happened before because some thoughtful soul had left a white board, a pot of paint and a brush on the beach. I wrote HELP on it, propped it up and hoped someone would see it.
I suppose I could get like this island.
Of the 12 given words at The Sunday Whirl, I have used these ten - boom, marooned, swing, fill, seem, line, sign, stream, hope and sky.