By: Ed Dzitko
There was a rustle behind me. And a… giggle? What?
I was sure I was alone on this island. Not another human being around. I had wandered the edge, thinking if anyone was here there would at least be signs of life along the water. But there had been none. And yet…
Was that another giggle? It had been 15, no 16, days, and other than a few small animals, I hadn’t seen another living being. I turned, creeping inland through the sand.
There. Is that? I blinked. Did I see an eye? Or were mine playing tricks on me?