Population: 2

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In the first days after our plane crashed we tempered anxieties by musing over being a real life Lost. Or Castaway. Or Most Dangerous Game. Or perhaps we’ll run into Dr. Moreau? Nothing good happens on deserted islands. But growling stomachs, and animals, dampened fiery imaginations and soon enough we resigned ourselves to making camp, starting a fire, and foraging and hunting. Eventually, I think, we stopped concerning ourselves with predicting a rescue that was surely to arrive any minute, yet didn’t.

You asked if there was anything I missed about it. Yes, I say. But not what you’d expect.


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22 thoughts on “Population: 2

    • Thanks Amy! It looks like something I wouldn’t want to come in contact with even if I was that last person on earth, so I banished it to a deserted island where someone might feel like the last person on earth.


    • Ah the limitations of 100 words. Though I must say, I’m relieved to have been relieved of the responsibility of choosing what exactly it is that was missed about the deserted island experience. I’m happy to leave that to the reader. 🙂


  1. Thank you for not ending it like I expected, with some reference to cannibalism. For example:
    You asked if there was anything I missed about it? Yes, I say. But not what you’d expect.
    The taste of human bacon.


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