She sighed. "Why me?" She bewailed her current state, damp and shivering on the beach. She had been left here to die pitifully, slowly, but from out of the blue, she saw a dancing banana approaching. She sighed and allowed herself a smile. "So this is how it all ends? No white light? Just a dancing banana hallucination to guide me to my grave." She settled into the sand to wait for the banana.

I am sending this microfiction via snailmail to K. Hughes. When I have addressed the envolope I will supply a picture. Hopefully she will supply one when it reaches her as well.

In the meantime, I've uploaded a Print Screen of sending my MicroFiction to K. Hughes.