After a week, he was regretting his decision to stay with
the wreckage. Days of no sign of rescue was making him second guess himself.
So much so that he began to dig through the remains of the
plane and the other passengers, looking for… Anything really.
But when he found the pack of cards, he was reminded of an
old joke.
With nothing else to do, he sat down and started playing solitaire.
Sure enough, a few moments later…
“Red seven on black eight.”
He turned around, his eyes full of hope.
The mirage melting before him broke him.
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