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Two canoes raced each other, covering the distance between the mainland and the tiny islet at furious pace. The late evening sun scorched down at the canoeists. Sweat trickled down their bodies in great rivulets. But they weren’t worried about the sun. They still had an hour of paddling to reach their destination – a tiny islet off the coast of South Male Atoll of the Maldives.

There wasn’t much in their islet except for a freshwater spring and few fruit bearing trees. Luckily the ocean was a source of food. Jamie and Jimmy would survive.

‘Crying shame there’s no WiFi here, eh Jamie?’

‘There’s no electricity here, Jimmy.’

‘Could have gone to a place with basic facilities at least’

‘Every other place in the world has been compromised, Jimbo’

‘Can the Zombies swim?’

‘Hope they don’t.’

‘Well, if they do, we are fucked!’

‘Nah mate! We both are lads here. Humanity is fucked.’

‘Now, what do we call our heavenly little island?’

Jamie looked away.

Many thanks to our Priceless host Joy for hosting the weekly Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Picture credit: TJ Paris. 

Word count: 162

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