Shipwrecked

Dear Shell,

Well it's time for another prompt. I've been busy with editing, writing, reading and exercising so I haven't had much time to blog. I did work on a prompt though recently that I'll post here.

Writing Prompt: You are shipwrecked on an island with 3 items. What are those three items and what will you do with them?

The waves lapped at my feet as I sat on the beach staring out at the ocean, at the crystal-blue sparkling ocean that had so recently been a boiling, angry, almost black monster. A monster that had wrapped its watery arms around the ship, twisting the steel and pulling the ship and her frightened passengers into the depths.

All of the passengers were now held in the cradle of the ocean, rocked to an endless sleep down below the deceptively beautiful surface. All the passengers except me.

The monster had rolled me along the surface, tossing me into the air then briefly pulling me under before throwing me onto the sandy beach of this seemingly deserted island.

Several items had washed up on the shore with me. I reached down and picked up the first item, a small pocket knife. the pocket knife had several attachments on it. Tiny dull scissors, a nail file, and a small flat-head screwdriver in addition to the normal 3 blades. Knowing it could come in handy, I tucked the knife into my pocket.

I picked up the second item, a rather large umbrella. Upon opening it, I saw that what I had thought was a jumble of colors was actually a picture of a red, blue and yellow parrot sitting on a leafy green branch. I thought about the umbrella for a moment then realized I could use it as part of the shelter I would build. I closed it and set the umbrella carefully behind me where the waves couldnt reach it.

The third item lay partially buried in the damp sand. I tugged on the edge, pulling it out of the sand. It was a Frisbee. "What good is a Frisbee going to be?" I spoke out loud, even though I knew no one could hear me. I sighed, turning the black plastic disc around in my hands. My fingers traced the gold letters that ringed the outer edge.

My gaze drifted back to the sparkling blue water then I turned and looked at the trees behind me. My eyes followed the trunk of a tree up and up, til I saw the fruit hanging from the branches. I glanced at the Frisbee again. I knew now how I would use it.


Hoping there's more than just coconuts on this island,
Shell