In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Five a Day.”
You’ve being exiled to a private island, We will give you five foods barked the harsh voice as I regained my mind.
My head was spinning like the waltzers at a town fair. Last night was amazing but Wow my head is spinning I thought before opening my eyes.
I opened my eyes the sun hit me like a bolster last I Could remember i was in a crowded basement bar Showing all my colours.
The voice barked again-You’ve being exiled to a private island, We will give you five foods!
Still slightly inebriated from the night before but now confused I was nowhere Id Seen before but I did recognise the firm put figure next to me but not the uniformed figure looming above.
who are you and why are we here I blurted trying to wake my friend.
the voice returned It don’t matter who I am all you boys need to know is you are not to leave this place you belong to me now and you can never go back.
I have to go back to base so don’t keep me waiting your already making me late You can have 5 foods now or u both go hungry so in my haste
- tomatoes tinned
Fell out my mouth before i could really think. Right that’s me gone said the combated man.If ur see you on my return if your still alive….To be continued !!