Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog link-up based on a photo prompt. The Challenge – write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle, and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.) The Key – make every word count. Up to the challenge? Join in!
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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This Is My Corn 
I take it, this is what they ate, and incredibly your narrator misses it? Must be an acquired taste. Good story.
Claire
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I think after a lifetime of grocery stores, anything on a deserted island would be an acquired taste. I hope I never find out.
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I like that you took this to a deserted island. It does have that exotic appeal or non-appeal. Ha ha.
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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.
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Makes me wonder what “it” tasted like … Hunger drives one to extremes and maybe new cuisine. Well done.
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Thanks Alicia! I hope I’m never desperate enough to find out what something like “it” is. 🙂
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It’s probably an acquired taste and sometimes we do miss the strangest of things.
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Sometimes it’s the strange that’s a comfort in difficult situations. Thanks for coming by for a read. 🙂
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Falling into the jungle is really scary, and the mind is the worse enemy!
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The mind is the worst…especially with an active imagination. Mine wouldn’t last an hour on a deserted island, surely.
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Melanie, I guess if you’re starving, anything that keeps you alive is welcomed. Maybe it looked better cooked. I don’t think I want to see it though. Well written. 🙂 —Susan
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Thanks Susan!
Cooked or raw, I think is have to be on the brink of death to eat that. 🙂
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Very clever and moody last line giving the reader something to think about.
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Thank you Sarah Ann. I wanted some thought out of that sentiment. Your comment gave me a smile. 🙂
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I’d love to know what he was missing. I suspect the image is the clue. Retch!
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It could be anything, couldn’t it? The mystery substance, or the insect or animal that made it, or a memory that happened near it. Or it could have nothing to do with it.
That image is awful, isn’t it? I’d love to know what it actually is.
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I think it’s a sourdough starter!
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I like that idea!
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Slick and descriptive piece that made me feel that you had really been there. Shame it had to end so soon and leave us all wondering. 🙂
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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. 🙂
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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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Oh thank goodness there was no human bacon involved. 🙂
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