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I can’t believe they left me here to die. What a pair of idiots!

Seriously. It’s been twenty-two days now, and I’m still alive.

Bravo, Ann and Tim. I applaud your incompetence. If we ever meet again, I’ll surely garland you with flowers. Right after I bludgeon your pig-thick heads with one of my golf clubs. That would do for revenge.

The last thing I remember was a harsh blow to the head. Pain and then darkness.

I regained consciousness on this glorious beach, beneath a blue sky and an even bluer sea spanning out in front of me. Never had I seen such splendor and beauty. A huge, nasty bump on my noggin, a pocketknife and cell phone in my back pockets.

I use the knife to mark out my days on the bark of a coconut tree and carve holes in unripe coconuts. At least, I won’t die of thirst.

The cell phone has no reception but over a hundred downloaded movies. Quite a diverse collection. Never knew classics were my thing. Somehow the battery stays at seventy-two percent.

Could be a magnetic field or radioactive waves. I’m not scared. If it kills me, I’ll die an entertained man.

Ann and Tim are my stepsiblings. Fraternal twins. Worthless, demented, and to-be murderers.

But I won’t give them the satisfaction.

Money is the reason for this treason. Our mother, the influencing factor. She made me the caretaker of her estate. She died a stinking rich woman.

These two dummies were to inherit there share at the age of twenty-five. Guess they couldn’t wait two more years. Greed is worse than you think.

I sip on coconut water and watch Gone with the Wind. Clark Gable is saying his famous line – Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.

My sentiments exactly.

Tutu and Mumu grace me with their company. One’s a lovesick orangutan, the other an attention seeking bunny. I’ve known them for two weeks now. Both are reliable and comforting comrades.

Goes to show animals are superior to humans in every way.

Tutu mothers me. Forces me to eat my berries, nuts, and leaves. Mumu hops around furiously, encouraging me to join in for some daily exercise.

Damn you, Ann and Tim. You thought I would succumb to your foul ways. Hell, I’m having the time of my life. Needed a beach vacation anyways.

Oh. I discovered the speedboat yesterday. Actually, Mumu led me to it. She knows her way around this place. It’s in excellent condition. I’m now beginning to wonder whether this is reality or imagination.

Am I even alive? Or already dead? Maybe my spirit wanders.

Mumu and Tutu have no answers to my questions. But I take their presence as an affirmative. Either way, I’m getting off this island. Tomorrow morning is the decided date.

A speedboat ride or simply drifting above the waters?

There’s no rush to decide. We settle down for our after-lunch movie. Some romantic comedy. Can’t deny Mumu’s excited request.

Ann and Tim, I’ll be coming for you. Am I human or ghost? Who knows?

But once I’m done with you, your selfish souls will be blasted to Hell.

*Note to potential kidnappers and murderers – Always check victim’s pockets thoroughly.


Listen as That Undying Spirit speaks to you. It knows you better than anyone. Open your heart and mind to it.

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42 Comments on “They Left Me Here to Die – Flash Fiction Story

    • They should! An eye for an eye, or in this case two dimwitted heads. Revenge must never be downplayed. Harsh words…sometimes, I scare myself.
      Thank you so much! 🙂

  1. This was so much fun to read! I wanna see the faces of Ann and Tim when the character comes back all of a sudden.

    • Haha! I’m sure it’ll be a sight to see.
      And I had a lot of fun writing this.
      Thank you so much! 🙂

  2. Now I want to get stranded on an island and have an orangutan take care of me. It would be so weird if Tutu and Mumu were some sort of manifestations of Ann and Tim. Anyway, awesome stuff as always!

    • I totally agree with you, Tony. An orangutan would be so loving. 🙂
      And that’s a brilliant angle to the story. Mumu and Tutu – Ann and Tim. A very creative spin to the story.
      Thank you so much! Appreciate it.

  3. I was trying to think of a good way to describe this tale. The best way I came up with is to say it is was like a Alexander Dumas story written by Chatles Portis.

    I didn’t know I needed that but I’m so glad it was written. Great writing! 😀

    • I am honored and thrilled to read these two great names. Makes me want to find Mumu and Tutu and hug them really tight. Sometimes, words have a way of finding us and not vice versa.
      Thank you so much! 🙂

  4. This one has a really ominous feel to it.
    There’s an element of sci-fi, or is that my imagination?
    I do hope those poor sods see the speedboat coming, for their sakes… Or maybe it’s an illusion, piloted by a ghost!

    • Thanks so much, Matt!
      You’re right. This is a mix of different elements. And sci-fi can’t be neglected. The pair of idiots can’t get out of this one. Neither Terminator nor Ghostbusters can save them.
      Isn’t imagination fun? You sure know that.

  5. I pray he doesn’t find a golf club if he manages to reach home. I can imagine how brutal the story would be if you decide to write another story on it 😂

    • Haha! Vignesh, I can understand the apprehension. There’s no telling which way it’ll go. I’ve got a murderous reputation.
      Thanks for reading and commenting. Appreciate it! 🙂

  6. Wow, it is so true that people fight tooth and nail for inheritance. I mean sometimes just for a little bit of inheritance. Siblings would become enemies for some inheritance that’s not even worth speaking of. As your story points out, if it is money from a stinky rich woman, murder will be thought of and carried out.

    • Greed can never be satiated. An individual’s possessions are always too less, never too much. And relationships take an ugly turn when it comes to inheritances. So much fighting and hatred for what, when eventually everyone’s going to turn to dust.
      Thanks for your lovely comment. Appreciate it. 🙂

  7. Fantastic, Terveen. Greed, malice, and the resiliency of the human spirit all in one story. Wonderful. 😊

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  9. “Needed a beach vacation anyways” this line made me laugh out loud so hard! XD. So did the note at the end of the story. I thoroughly enjoyed this one, it was very amusing 😊 The concept reminded me a little bit of The Revenant by Michael Punke but set in a beach setting rather than in a snowy one. Have you ever heard of it? It was about a man that was left for dead but ended up surviving and is now trying to get revenge on the people who wronged him. It’s definitely not as funny as your story though 😂

    • That line tickled me too. Humor is delightful. I have heard of the book and the movie based on it. Yeah, it’s not a funny one. Revenge is a word whose meaning has a broad spectrum. I had a lot of fun writing this story. I’m glad it passed on to the reader. That’s important. Getting emotions across. I write in and with various moods. That’s what I love about my writing. It’s not confined to one aspect or feeling. If I made you laugh, then writing this story was worth it. Thank you so much, Simone. Your words are truly appreciated. 🙂

  10. What an entertaining story, Terveen! Well written and I was hooked till the end! I love humor in any story, so this was definitely a fun read for me! Stay blessed 🤗💖🙏

    • Thank you so much, Diana. Humor is always welcome. It’s refreshing. I appreciate your kind words and encouragement. 🙂

  11. Never send amateurs to do the work of a professional. Not only didn’t the murder twins not ensure their sibling’s death or check his pockets, but they left a perfectly good speedboat behind. And they’ll still have to wait two years on that inheritance.

    Without a body, it takes twenty years to declare a missing person dead. After ten years from someone’s disappearance, a motion to declare the person legally dead can be filed in court. After that, another ten years must pass before the person can be declared legally dead.

    With his magical 72 percent charged phone, hundreds of movies, fruits and berries, and his island pals, I know many a person who would be quite content to stay on the island.

    Nicely done, Terveen.

    • Now that’s important information that could be used for Part Two.
      ‘The Missing Person Returns’
      I guess the twins weren’t ready for the inheritance or anything that required some planning and brain application. Maybe it’s better this way.
      The protagonist can have his nuts and eat them too. And Mumu and Tutu are probably the best company he will ever get. Who needs to really talk when actions and emotions speak louder than words.
      I would just keep that speedboat for a rainy day or when the feeling of revenge gets the better of me.
      A free beach vacation with special treatment and friendly locals isn’t something easy to come across.
      Rhyan, I think this could be a thing to work towards. Just need to find a dumb set of twins and a large inheritance. I think the rest will just fall into place.
      Thanks so much! 🙂

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