What if a man was stranded on a deserted island with two women? Sounds like fun, doesn’t it? But not so for this shipwreck survivor.
Strange Bedfellows
Russ Crossley
I hate this place.
No, I wasn't trying to swim away from the island we'd been stranded on for the past six weeks. I just wanted a few minutes alone. Besides, if I tried to swim away, I'd either be cut to pieces on the sharp coral offshore or be eaten by sharks. Never mind the very real possibility of drowning.
With my head bobbing in the rolling, blue-green surf surrounding me, I gazed at the sand of the beach that stretched out before me like a golden line in the ocean. The palm trees and ragged underbrush beyond the beach seemed to stick out of the ocean itself.
Valentine and Alice sat with their hands flat in the sand
