MY TROPICAL PARADISE (PROMPT 8)

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Ready? Here’s the prompt:
The summer breeze blew through my hair as I…

Now, here’s my version:

MY TROPICAL PARADISE

The summer breeze blew through my hair as I walked barefoot on the beach. Ah, the warmth of the sun, the sound of the ocean, the feel of the wet sand under my feet…It was such a pretty and peaceful day as I enjoyed my morning walk, the gentle wind blowing my hair and sundress.

A short year ago, no one could have told me I’d be here, on my own island! WOW! Just the thought of it and my surroundings made me smile.

And me in a sundress, ha! I grew up hating to wear dresses and still don’t particularly like them…but here on my island, a sundress is the perfect outfit to don for a walk on the beach. Equally amazing…me barefoot on the beach! I’d never gone barefoot before. Being a germaphobe caused me to think I must protect my feet, surely didn’t want to catch a germ. Here on my island though, I no longer worried about germs.

Yes, a year ago my hubby and I bought the small island. We purchased the land at a very good price but with one stipulation – we had to maintain the lighthouse. I had loved lighthouses since I was a child and now here I was – on my own island with my own lighthouse!

Let me say it again, WOW! This tropical paradise was all ours. Just the perfect place for a couple to retire! A wonderful place for our kids and grandbabies to come for a visit.

IS THAT A BOAT?

Lost in my bliss, I looked toward the ocean to see what I thought was a boat. Is it a boat? Yes, I think it is.

All at once the loud horn sounded from the lighthouse. It scared me and I jumped! My hubby was sending a signal to the boat.

Looking back at the lighthouse up on the hill, I could see my hubby outside on the outer deck. I waved to him, he waved back at me and yelled down to me.

“Get back up here to the house! Hurry!”

Now the boat was getting closer. Were they coming to the island?

My hubby continued yelling at me to return to our home. He sounded frantic!

I turned and looked back out at the water. The boat had now dropped what looked like an inflatable boat into the water but it was motorized as I could hear the small engine. There were two men on it and they were almost to the shore.

“Run! Run now! Hurry! It’s a pirate ship!”

My hubby was shouting to me but it was too late. The two pirates arrived. They ran up to me, grabbed me, and forced me into the boat with them. As I struggled, I caught a glimpse of my husband as he was running down the hill trying to get to me. By the time he reached the beach though, I was too far away.

The small boat had made it back to the big boat and the pirates dragged me aboard. I could hear my hubby screaming my name but he was helpless. There was no way he could save me.

The pirates were laughing and cheering one another as I heard them repeat the word ransom. I was trying desperately to jump off of the boat when everything went black…

WET SAND IN MY FACE

I woke to find my face in the wet sand. Everything was spinning. I felt dizzy. The bright sunlight hurt my eyes.

Then I heard my hubby say my name. He was there, my hero had somehow managed to save me…NOT! Well, yes he was there to rescue me, but it wasn’t from pirates, it was because I had taken a fall and knocked myself out! It was all just my mind playing tricks on me!

Hubby said he’d been watching me as I leisurely strolled on my morning walk…looking at everything around me except what was in front of me. I tripped over a piece of driftwood and down I went! Yes, I’ll be ok and hubby won’t have to sell our island to pay ransom for me to the pirates!

The end.

*This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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