Jacob looked out to where the Diligence had been mired. He wanted to run into the water and swim after her, but she had already sailed over the horizon.
       He couldn’t build a raft. The island wasn’t much more than a sandbar and it only hosted the one palm tree that he had been sleeping under.
       He could light the grass and make a signal fire, but there were no ships in view.
       Option after option presented themselves and were dismissed as Jacob stared into the water.
       By evening the precession of ideas had stopped, and Jacob was still staring.

©opyleft 2003 Tone Milazzo
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