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.
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