a colossal space storm, surviving. Crash-landing on a lost planet, surviving…

Only to drown at the top of a giant palm tree.

I tried not to think of the sick humour as I focused on keeping my grip intact. Fingers pressed into each other, leaving prints, reddening skin and testing bone. A few gruelling seconds passed. Felt like hours. But then… No more.

The pressure let up. The wave raged on past us.  Crashing through the rest of the island, by the sounds of it. I had to fight my basic instinct to let go and relax, remembering that the instantaneous trip back to land would not be a safe one. The charging ocean left us battered, but alive. I barely held on now. My muscles were spent. Wrung out. But somehow, they remained locked. I unglued my face from the trun...

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