10
LIMPETS
I'm awake in the gloaming after a night of fitful sleep. The shoulder will keep but the leg is in a bad way. I can feel the swelling beneath the fabric of my trousers, inflamed, hot and throbbing, signs of infection.
I'm not sure I can hold out another day. My instincts are telling me to stay put but the hole in my stomach is urging me to risk it and head back. Then again, there's food out there in the rock pools. If I wait until low tide and take my weapon, I should come back with a feast of shellfish. A feast!
It's a long and tiresome wait. I nibble on a chocolate bar and sip some of the day's water ration. I keep my eye on the ocean. There's a gentle swell. Boredom soon kicks in. I find a stray pencil and some scraps of paper in the rucksack and doodle little sketch: a pi
