Welcome to the hop! This week we have a Flash Fiction Challenge:
Your character just washed up on the shore of a deserted tropical island. How did they get there? What happens next?
At first Kara was in denial when the engine on the small boat sputtered. Oh, no. This can’t be happening. But it was. Perfect. The perfect ending to a fabulous few weeks.
First, she lost her dream job. Okay, so getting coffee and running errands for the top literary agent was exactly a ‘dream’ job, but it was getting her foot in the door. Until the woman’s niece decided she wanted the job.
And now, here Kara was in this gorgeous paradise all alone. She and ‘he who shall no longer be named’ planned this vacation to celebrate their anniversary. Kara had been sure he was going to propose. Oh, he proposed all right. Her boyfriend of three years announced they should see other people. Three days before they were supposed to leave on this trip. Which translated as he was sleeping with her ‘no longer’ best friend. But, the trip was paid for and it wasn’t as if she had other plans.
It seemed like a good idea this morning to rent a small craft and just explore some of the outer islands. Take some time to think about what to do with her life. It appeared her only option right now was drowning.
No! She refused to give up. She would not allow despair to turn her into driftwood. Someone would miss the boat and they would search for her. Wouldn’t they?
She dove into the clear, aquamarine water and swam to the brilliant white beach. She sank to the sun-kissed sand and stretched out her long legs, leaning back on her forearms. The heat caressed her skin and the tension oozed away.
She must have dozed. When she opened her eyes, she blinked against the glare of the sun, then blinked again. A god-man stood over her. His shoulder-length blond hair highlighted a square-jawed face and brilliant green eyes the color of a deep forest after a rain. His body was covered by nothing but a bit of cloth strung around his hips and his body was muscle and sinew.
“Well, look what the sea brought me.” He said it with a trace of a smile curving his perfect mouth.
Kara was too bedazzled to be frightened. “My…my boat died.” She pointed to the small vessel floating offshore. “Can you help me?”
He smiled more broadly. “Would you like to come to the house and get a drink? Some food?”
I’d like to take a bite out of you. “The house?”
He pointed behind them and to the left. Kara squinted and an impressive structure rose above the palms. “You live here?”
“I do. Sometimes. You know, you are beautiful.”
So maybe her luck was about to change after all.
Now let’s check out what the incredible CL Marcolini wrote.