Fantasy Drabble #105 “Maighdean”

I was sun-baked, dehydrated, starved, cursing my luck. I was half delirious already when I saw hands on the side of the lifeboat, watched her pull herself up to examine me.

Red hair, pale skin, perfect breasts: a vision. I laughed, perversely entertained by this creation of my degrading mind. When she disappeared, I fell unconscious. I awoke to find she had brought me fish to eat and, from where I could not guess, fresh water to drink. She kept me fed, slaked my thirst until rescue came.

You may doubt me, but it is only thus that I live.

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