We knew that any moment Sun would set but we were still hopeful that the search teams would find us before the gloomy darkness descended on us.
We looked as intently as we could but we saw nothing except a deafening emptiness that stretched right up to the horizon; we could hear nothing but our heartbeats.
It was the tenth day and we had yet not lost hope; or so it seemed to some of us.
Someone asked, “Don’t you think that the birds are unusually silent and waves are unusually calm?”
We refused to look at one other when someone else responded, “Perhaps it will end today.”
Linking this to Five Sentence Fiction hosted by Lillie Mcferrin