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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.

Somebody did. A pretty girl landed her paraglider alongside me. She told me to jump on her back, so needless to say I did. Then she ran along the shore until we shot up into the sky. Weeeee! I stretched out my arms like aeroplane wings. Bad move. I did a free fall back into the briny.

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.


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