Micro Monday - January 19, 2026
Marooned
Happy Monday, folks. Here’s your microfiction for the week.
Marooned
What nobody knew—what nobody could have guessed—is that Jimmy wanted to be shipwrecked.
The fuel gauge had been close to full when he’d hopped over the rail. By the time it emptied, his rescuers would be a thousand miles off course, choppers weaving a careful net over the wrong square of ocean.
In the meantime, Jimmy pulled his life raft off the beach and covered it with branches. Then he cracked open a can of tuna and washed it down with warm beer. At his feet, tide pools bloomed like a garden of pink orchids beneath the sunset.
There were worse things than dying alone.
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