The date? June 17th. The location? Blind Island. Three of us were left. At the beginning of summer, 25 of us had hopped on a boat and been dropped off on Blind Island. Each week, without failure, two of us had disappeared after a long night of drinking mojitos.
This was the final party. Two of us would leave the Blind Island, one would remain. Will it be me? I wonder.
💜Blind Island 🏝
