Washed up on the island, he had scratched the passage of days into the trunk of a palm tree. Today, there were forty-two lines.
Some of the shipwreck had washed up too and he had used these items to survive. He had hoped someone else might turn up but nobody alive had. The five bodies, he had buried under a marked tree, for recovery later.
The sound of a helicopter broke the air. He grabbed binoculars, a flare gun and climbed into a tree. He searched the sky and when the chopper grew closer, he fired the red signal.
(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/05/29/31-may-2019/ with thanks).
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