Marooned
A Fiction

I don't know what happened, but I am on an island of stone. There is no sandy beach, no trees, no plants, and no fresh water.
This is desolation.
In a few days, I will die of thirst as well become hungrier. I look to the horizon, but every direction is nothing but water. I could swim,but which way?
I have nothing to make a fire, even if a plane or a boat came by, so my only option is to swim, but I know that without a float to hold on to, I will tire and drown.
What to do? This is Hobson's Choice, which is no choice at all.
If I stay, I die (unless someone comes by and rescues me).
If I swim, I drown, unless I make landfall where I can find fresh water and food.
I don't know how I got here, but that doesn't matter.
I have to make a choice, and I don't want to take any of the options.
What should I do?
Only I can answer that.....
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