Johnny America

 

The Is­land

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Af­ter a long de­lib­er­a­tion, we each de­cid­ed that if we were go­ing to sur­vive on the de­sert­ed is­land much longer, one of us would have to give up his body for food. And, we all agreed that we should eat the weak­est per­son which was Carl. He was a re­al trouper, though. And he seemed to find peace in the idea that he was sac­ri­fic­ing his life to save the rest of us. It was an in­cred­i­bly touch­ing mo­ment but it kind of got ru­ined when the res­cue ship showed up while we were cook­ing the Carl.

Filed under Fiction on March 29th, 2010

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