DIARY ENTRY #031 OF JASMINE VINSON
We all jumped. We all jumped like fools, right into the River of Styx, right into the water.
All the people who made it to the island with me are dead. Starved, killed, or eaten. I hid and survived. If anyone finds me…please return me to my brother John.
I could no longer continue documenting my inevitable death. Too depressing. I held my mind together by writing a story. I am no saint, but this is where I would want to go when I die.
Conversations in Purgatory
A manuscript by Jasmine Vinson.
She ballooned the white sheets against the bright yellow sunlight. It pierced my eyes as her smile pierced my heart. It was the first time we'd slept together, but not in the colloquial sense, we'd yet to make love. New to the town she was, and like a gazelle
