Day Five of the WWFC Blog Writing Challenge asks us to use the theme “The Empty Bottle.”
Kelly stared at the empty bottle as she swallowed her last piece of sinewy meat. She hoped she could keep it down, knowing a rancid odor when she smelled one. She choked and suppressed a dry heave. There wasn’t going to be any more meat in the near future.
How long had she been on this island, anyway? Not that a small mound of sand holding two trees was much of an island. Had it been a month yet? Having lost all track of time, she chose not to further pursue this train of thought.
Back to the empty bottle. If she put some kind of message in it, someone might find her. Right? Isn’t that how it worked?
It’s too bad she left her pen and journal at the bottom of the ocean. The next time she nearly dies in a boating accident she will be sure to plan better. “That’s so funny I forgot to laugh.”
Somewhat startled by her own voice, she pursed her lips and glanced around. Not having a corner drug store nearby, she had to be creative. Even if she was able to get some bark off a tree, she didn’t have anything to write with. Blood would wash off in the ocean. Leaves would deteriorate. There had to be something…
And that’s when she came up with a plan. It was only a few steps to where Jenny was. She made them swift like the wind.
“Jenny, you need to get in the bottle.”
The slim little bone made a “plink!” sound when dropped in. Kelly pulled her arm back and threw the bottle as far as it could go.
Cupping her hands around her mouth, she yelled, “Tell them where I am Jenny! Make sure you tell them where I am!”
Plopping back down on the sand, she eyed the smelling pile of bones. Maybe… just maybe there was a little more meat she could gnaw on.