DESTINY - PART TWO

THE ISLAND

By Tessa Harvey 



    Deidre had been dreaming she was with Don and a couple of friends. They had been to their usual local cafe for a warm croissant and latte. Ordinary latte, not pumpkin spice anything, a drink that likely had never met a pumpkin! But the sandwiches they then ordered to take out with them for lunch were literally, sandwiches!!
    She groaned, her back was on fire, sunstroke? But they never ever lay out long in the sun. Turning stiffly, despite her aching head, she actually spat out a mouthful of real sand. Trying to open her eyes was not possible. Deidre groaned again. "Don," she tried to cry out, but seemed unable to move. Salty tears ran down her face. Then she became aware of other inchoate sounds - moaning, mumbling, crying.
    "Oh God!" she cried, croaky, almost choking, her tears streaming, adding to the salt encrusting her face. Then she remembered - and began to scream. Mountainous waves, thundering roars, lightning. Her boat impossibly rising two-story house high- sinking back, adults, children, sailors tossed out into the churning maelstrom of a sea. 
    Then a real voice with soothing words. "It's ok. Stay still. I'll find a blanket." It was dark.

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