3pm

The sand was hot on the island, my feet burnt. So I rested them on my safety boat, pointing my toes towards the horizon. The endangered birds were my company, they eyed me cautiously and kept to their own. Many white boats floated on the horizon, I scrutinized them with my binoculars, wondering if you were there, on your way to me. I set up the backgammon board, but the warm wind kept blowing sand in between the pieces. I could feel my shoulders begin to burn.
The safetyboat suddenly took off down the beach, blown along by the warm salty wind. I was afraid I would loose it to the sea. I ran after it.
The birds shuffled away from the commotion.
The marine radio spoke up, a conversation between a captain and the coast guard. Talking about red lines. Was that you sending a message?
I checked the date and the compass, to make sure it was right. The heat was making my head feel cloudy, my thoughts confused. I ate some raisins, plump and syrupy.