Another Short Story

Jack was just a cat trying to get the bread. He was one of those free-flowing artists who was out there just trying to make it for himself. Jack does not think that I am writing this story very well.

In fact, I don't like this story any more. I had a great story in my head about some guy that gets stuck in some isolated location like an island or something and his only chance of getting off the island is sending out Morse code messages to anyone who might hear them. The man trapped on the island only remembers a bit of Morse code that he learned from boy scouts or something and tries to send out an "S.O.S." message. He thinks that Morse code for "S.O.S." is three long beeps, three short ones and three more long ones and sends it our for years and years. Little does the main character know, he is really sending out the code for "O.S.O" and that, although hundreds of people are receiving his message, no one understands it. All that they hear is "O.S.O. ...... O.S.O. ..... O.S.O ...." Many ships travel past the island and receive the stranded man's cryptic message and get fed up with the "stupid punks jamming up their communications."

Actually, I wasn't really sure how I wanted to end this story either. The only thing that I really had at all was the irony that the man was sending out the message "O.S.O." repeatedly and no one could figure out that he was really trying to say "S.O.S."

Any suggestions?

- Steve