He clung to the hope that his May Day signal would be heard but didn't know how much longer he could cling to the upturned yacht @130story
He looked at a huge volume on the desk. A tattoo suggested it was bound in human skin. "Day of Reckoning" shone from the spine... @130story
Day broke like a slow slap across a stinging face.. she stretched from the ditch, mouth arid, muscles fatigued systems offline... @130story
Day 2: Passion fruit to unload. No creepy-crawlies.
Day 1: Mangoes. All clear.
Day 0: Boatloads of bananas. I don't dig spiders.
The orange sky signalled the end of another day. Let the evening begin and the fun commence! Coat in hand she headed out grinning @130story
As the day rolled into its 25th hour he took up his regular post at the viewport, using the bonus minutes to survey his red world @130story