Lost and Alone “Click”. I stood up at the sudden metallic sound and scanned into the red horizon outside the window. With no contact to “them” or anyone else I was adrift. Since the last cyclone the company still had not fixed the broken landline. A mixture of emotions cycled through my brain. Angry? Of course I was, how long can someone stay alone without anyone to look after him in this ? Sad? Well I depended on “them” incessantly. I sat up and wiped my forehead. A streak of sweat trickled laboriously down my palm. “They” did say only for 3 hours. If it had not passed it felt like 10 hours. I glanced out again, it was gradually getting darker but I could still make out the glittering water in the fading sun. “Click” I stood up and ran to the door and picked up the machete just in case. If felt heavy and bulky, I noticed the finger grooves engraved in the handle, but they were much bigger than mine. I looked out the window, no-one! I opened the window; a warm breeze waved the curtains. Walking stealthily away, I decided upon my next tactics. 15 minutes passed and I was still clueless. I started to walk forwards and backwards, all sorts of the worst thoughts ran through my head. I sat on the couch and turned on the television. However the news only contained a load of politician who was constantly trying to make the right decision. I grew uninterested and the minute I switched off the TV, I got the shock of my life. Beneath the dining table was what looked like a black rope. I realised that the viper must have come in by the kitchen door.
