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A man faces insanity on a desert island.

2000 Light Years Away


In a desolate, deserted inner city park lays a mossy and well-worn memorial bench. The upper portion of the seat is home to a bronze plaque that reads "In loving memory of Daniel Hutten, lost but not forgotten" with a further portion of text, this time reading a poem 
"A garden keeps growing
Thoughts keep persisting
To reach and finally expand" 

I regain consciousness after an hour or so of what seemed like slipping in and out of death.
My surroundings are picturesque; I had woken upon a desert island no bigger than a tennis court.
A state of panic swiftly corrupts my body, the beating sun has left me with a migraine and my mouth is plagued by grit stinging the gum between my molars. I wish I had died.
Reaching into my top left breast pocket I pull out a badly drenched phone, I've most likely drifted for miles but my natural foolishness persuaded me that the soggy piece of junk would still be in working order. 
It wasn't.

2 Days Later


Huddled beside a twiggy bush. The shrub was the tallest structure on the island and the only shelter from the night wind that ravaged my lifeless body. By now I had accepted my fate, if any other person was on the island they would see it in my silent eyes. The memories of my child’s first holiday were still vivid. Shaking with fear I fall to my knees, realising that I'll never see my baby boy again.
"Fucksake don't cry! Agh!" I shout to myself as I desperately clutch the sand around me like holding on to sanity. This is my end isn't it? My hands begin to migrate from the sand to my face whilst laughing hysterically at nothing particularly funny, but completely dark.
"I'm too far one, I'm too far gone, I'm too far, and I'm too gone!" I repeat to myself in a psychotic manner, still lying in the tear drenched sand
I jump up from the ground realising there's been a way off this island, it had been right under my nose the whole time. Sprinting as fast as my drained body could cope. I almost fall head first into the floor but manage to recover by the time I reach the shoreline. My voyage continued until the salty water burning my scratches reminds me that I'm on the right track, death.
The thought of my son haunts me as my body hastily disappears under the ocean.
I plunge in without time for regret.

"Wake up James" I whisper to my five year old son, attempting to wake him softly as possible.
His eyes slowly open revealing the glistening brown iris that lay beneath.
He smiled his ever present smile and I smiled back.
"Are you ready for day one!?" I ask James with an excitable tone of voice.
He simultaneously yawns and nods his head.
I chuckle and explain further. "Today we go sailing from here to there" 
"How far is that daddy? James asks curiously.
Our conversation is interrupted by a burning sensation. I had accidentally poured the contents of my coffee cup all over my black and white checked shirt.
"Twa!" I pause for a moment.
"Umm only about two hours" I reply forcibly as James giggles at my misfortune.
Leaving his company I hobble into the bathroom, being careful not to spill any more of my scolding hot drink.

On the boat later that day I find myself over-protectively holding my son in a vice like grip, we were being jolted by choppy seas that felt a lot like speed bumps under a car but ten times worse.
Maybe it was the coffee incident but for some strange reason I was totally on edge.
"Dad can I go to the front?" James asks with a chirp.
Maybe I should let him go on his own? Maybe I can relax for a while? I ask myself.
"Sure, just be careful okay?"
He runs away without answering, leaving me with nothing to do but smile and kiss my teeth.
My eye is caught by the picture perfect vista. Miles of striking blue seas, coral reefs and clear skies. My thoughts are diverted onto a strange thumping sound, I peer over the back of the boat to see a glistening silver fish about the size of my forearm flying out of the water and decidedly hitting the boat. As I lean further over the boat to get a better view of the strange spectacle I realise my feet are no longer planted against the deck of the vehicle.
A second later and I am in the water screaming for my life "Help! I'm in the water!"
No one hears and I start to panic "Please help me! I've fallen in"
It's too late, the boat left me behind and I was drifting further into a violent sea.

 4 days and 13 hours later

"Man overboard!" A fisherman cries to his captain.
"Should I jump in?" He adds.
I wake up to a familiar feeling; I had regained consciousness on a fisher boat.
"Thank you! Thank you so much" Tears streaming from my eyes.

A man and his son are sitting on a mossy and well-worn memorial bench. The upper portion of the seat is home to a bronze plaque that reads "In loving memory of Daniel Hutten, lost but not forgotten" with a further portion of text, this time reading a poem 
"A garden keeps growing
Thoughts keep persisting
To reach and finally expand" 
"I love you James" I whisper, with an ever resent smile on my face.
                         
The End.

The End

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