A passenger plane crashes into the water in the middle of the South Pacific.
There are only three survivors: the pilot, a steward, and a stewardess.
They cling to the wreckage floating on the surface and, after drifting for 24 hours, reach a completely deserted island.
They are far from all air and sea routes.
They see a distant coming-and-going of planes flying over the crash site, but after a few days this comes to an end. They realize that no one will search for them anymore.
They organize their lives. They build a beautiful hut. Nature generously provides them with meat, fruit, fresh water. They are beautiful, they are young.
After two months, the young stewardess decides to talk to the other two:
Listen, friends…
We're alone…
Maybe we'll be alone forever…
We’ve always respected each other, we have our own privacy, everything is very nice, but I feel that we all suffer from a certain lack. I know you don't dare talk to me about it, so I'll be the one to say it openly. It will be enough to arrange it, for example you on even days and you on odd days; and if there's any problem, we'll talk about it.
Very happy to have been able to talk about it and to have organized themselves, the men spend fabulous weeks. Each one with his turn, with exemplary respect and understanding, one on even days, the other on odd days.
Unfortunately, after two months, the girl contracts a sudden virus and soon dies.
It’s a catastrophe.
The other two are terribly sad, but life gets reorganized, and first days and then weeks go by.
After a month, one of them turns to the other and says:
Listen, my friend, time is passing, I know it's hard for you as it is for me, so we might as well talk about it.
I feel the lack, I'm young, I can't go on like this.
What do you think?
And the other thanks him for daring to talk about it and immediately reassures him by saying that he feels the same way.
You feel the same as I do, then?
Yes, I agree.
And if it doesn’t work, we’ll talk about it.
Alright, but how do we do it?
You on even days, and me on odd days?
Alright, let’s try!
And once again, they spend some pleasant weeks…
But one evening, one of them says to the other:
Listen, we said we’d talk about it if something wasn’t right…
Well, I find that there’s something wrong now.
We’re alone and we feel the lack, okay, but what we’re doing bothers me: it’s against nature!
You reassure me – says the other – I wanted to talk to you about it as well, I’d like to stop.
Anyway, it’s not the same as it was at first.
Do you agree, then?
Yes, and you?
Yes.
Good…
then let’s bury her, okay?
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