Brian's Winter

Fall

Fall came on with a softness so that Brian didn't realize what was in store, a hard spined north woods winter until it was nearly to late. He had never thought he would be here this long. After the plane crash that marooned him in the wilderness he had lived day by day for fifty four days, until he had found the survival pack in the plane. Then another thirty five days through the northern summer, somehow living the same day to day pattern he had started just after the crash.

To be sure he was very busy. The emergency pack on the plane had given him a gun with fifty shells a survival. 22 rifle, a hunting knife with a compass in the handle, cooking pots and pans, a fork, a spoon and knife, matches, two butane lighters, a sleeping bag and foam pad, a fist aid kit with scissors, a cap that said CESSNA, fishing line, lures, hooks and sinkers, and several packets of freeze - dried food. He tried to ration the food but found out it impossible, and within two weeks he had eaten it all, even the package of dried prunes, something he had hated in his old life. They tasted like candy and were so good he ate the whole package in one sitting. The results were nearly as bad as when he'd glutted on the gut cherries when he first landed. His stomach tied in a knot and he spent more than an hour at his latrine hole. In truth he felt relieved when the food was gone. It had softened him, made him want more and more, ad he could tell that he was moving mentally away from the city again, of hamburgers and malts, and his dreams changed.

In the days, weeks and months since the plane had crashed he had dreamed many times. At first all the dreams has been of food, food he had eaten, food he wished he had eaten and food he wanted to eat. But as time progressed the food dreams seemed to phase out and he dreamed of other things, of his friends, family, and more and more of girls. As with food he dreamed of girls he knew, girls he wished he had known and girls he wanted to know. But with the supplies from the plane his dreams changed back to food and when it was gone, in what seemed a very short time, a kind of wanting hunger returned that he had not felt since the first week. For a week or two he was in torment, never satisfied; even when he had plenty of fish and rabbit or foolbird to eat he thought of the things he didn't have. It somehow was never enough and he seemed to be angry all the time, so angry that he wasted a whole day just slamming things around and swearing at his luck.

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