Patience, Dear Boy

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.