We’ve been living on our red Cessna ever since I crashed it into the ocean. No sign of rescue so far. It’s been months, but luckily we haven’t felt hungry.

She’s tanning on one of the wings. I climb up and begin to sing to her when suddenly a large squid rockets out of the water and lands hard on the opposite wing. The plane rocks sharply and we steady ourselves until it stops. We keep our distance and watch, but the squid doesn’t move.

Is it dead?

She puts on a stethoscope and presses the bell to its smooth, pink skin. Here, listen. I take the earpieces. A low, steady drone emanates from deep inside the beast.

All of a sudden the squid trembles violently and sprays forth a cloud of blue flower petals. They float down slowly and settle on the water. The squid shrinks down until it vanishes from sight.

I look over and she’s staring at the petals on the water. I can’t read her expression.

Hey, you’ve got petals in your hair.

She looks up and gives the smile I live for. Hey, so do you. She laughs and we kiss as the petals spread out away from us.

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