Since it was my last night on the island, I decided to make a fire. I gathered some palm fronds, sticks, dried coconut husks, the kerosene lamp, and a book called First Victim. I didn’t want to burn a book, but I needed some paper to start the fire and plus how could you ignore an ironical name like that!! Anyway, I dug a pit in the sand right next to the waves and got the puppy going. I mean the fire, not the dogs!! I didn’t burn the dogs I swear!! In fact, if anything, they loved it. We all sat there tending the fire, feeling easy/lucky/free, perhaps even reflecting on our life wandering off some map somewhere in the South Pacific. Just a man, 2 dogs, and an island.
Who am I kidding, the dogs were just hoping I had more food for them.