Kehn sits alone on the befouled shore, waiting for rescue, watching for the ship that will carry him home. Steam rises from the fetid water, defiling the air until it’s scarcely breathable.
Twelve days he’s waited, and the ship hasn’t returned, but he’s not afraid. He’s found food and water. He sees no evidence of human occupation, no threatening beasts. He perceives no peril.
He lost his clothing, somehow, he can’t remember where or when, but it doesn’t matter — he’ll soon be found.
He continues watching for the ship, his eyes, upward, are following the moon, scanning the darkling skies.
Photo: Study of a Seated Nude, by Ladislav Mednyánszky, ca 1880, Slovakia
We must be on the same wavelength, Sharron, because I wrote and scheduled a similar 100-word story for Monday. Excellent work, my friend!
Was this story inspired by the artwork, Sharron? They fit together perfectly, but the story seems so odd otherwise. You and Mark Starlin are good at this kind of thing!