posted on Aug, 27 2009 @ 04:58 PM
Nobody ever came over to this side of the island anyway, and that's the way I liked
it. Screw them ! People in general, nosey people especially ! Stay the hell away
from my little twenty acres of solitude ! Stay the hell away from me! Go pry into
someone else's life, but stay the hell away from me !
Bet you can tell I'm not the easiest person to get along with right ? Just the way
I am nowadays, . . just the way I am. Haven't done much with my life since she
died, . . don't really care either. It's like that song "Losing My Religion", I guess I
just don't believe in much anymore. I "exist" out here, with my small retirement
check and social security, but that's all I do, . .exist. Wouldn't call it living because
I haven't been alive for years really. But I do exist.
I write some nights, when I need to let things go, so that's why you're reading this
now. Thought I'd get it down on paper before I begin to forget that it ever
happened. Maybe you can make some sense out of it, because I sure can't. And I
don't know why it happened to me . . . but it did . . .so here's the story . . believe
it or not !
Like I said, nobody ever came over to this side of the island. Too windy for them.
Too blustery. Too rocky. Too deserted.
But I came over here all the time. Walked the narrow paths, climbed the cliffs,
listened to the heavy surf pound into the shore, and pretty much kept to myself
and minded my own business . . . until I found the first bottle ! It had become
wedged between two moss-covered rocks on the beach and I was about to break
it by kicking another rock into it . .when I saw something inside the bottle ! Now
I was thinking to myself, "yeah, right, a message in a bottle". But I bent down and
picked it up anyway and sure enough . .there was something that looked like a
piece of paper inside ! I decided to wait until I got home to try to open it.
Back in my cottage I cleaned up the bottle somewhat and found it to be nothing
more than an easily affordable wine from a west coast vineyard. A red-stained cork
appeared to be keeping the contents safe and dry. Carefully I worked the cork free
and set it on the table. Using the eraser end of a new pencil, I pulled the paper
inside down close to the lip of the bottle, and continued to make small circles with
the eraser until the paper became small and tight, able to slide through the open
bottle top and out. I picked up the paper, opened it, and read :
IF ANYONE FINDS THIS MESSAGE, PLEASE HELP ME. I AM BEING HELD AGAINST
MY WILL. PLEASE CALL THE AUTHORITIES.
A phone number followed.
And I didn't have a phone !