The Weekday One Hundred

The sun was directly above. Relentless. Unhelpful.

I couldn’t tell which way it was headed and didn’t have the time to find out. My upturned sailboat would be underwater shortly. I had no plans to go with it.

I clung portside. My body half submerged in the frigid Pacific. My arms covered in goosebumps.

I scanned the horizon. Didn’t see land in any direction.

“Make a damn decision,” I mumbled.

I finally pushed free of the flooded sailboat. I started swimming east.

Or was it west.

I stopped, rested my head on my life jacket. I should’ve paid closer attention.