If you're hopping over from visiting with the talented Leslie Hachtel, glad to have you. If you missed her, be sure to hop back to check out her response to this week's blog prompt.
Flash Fiction Challenge: Your character just washed up on the shore of a deserted tropical island. How did they get there? What happens next?
Damn it. Samantha should have known better than to drift dive with strangers. Lisa and Carmen would rather under-dress and over-imbibe at the hotel's pool than get a taste of real local flavor.
Hanging at the pool wasn't looking so bad right now.
No dive boat in sight, no boat at all. Only a strip of sand on a nearby islet.
Weighed down with dive gear, she made slow but steady progress and finally flopped on the first dry land in hours. She shrugged off the equipment, kicked off the fins and dragged the gear up the beach out of danger of high tide.
The heat of the day had her peeling off her shorty wetsuit. Tapping noises like hammering had her searching for a clear path through the mangroves. Carefully picking over tangled roots and ducking branches waiting to clothesline her, she felt a bit more confident that there was civilization on this rock.
She couldn't be more than a few hours away from Cozumel. Did the dive master realize she was missing? Were they looking for her? Leaving a signal on the beach was the obvious next step but if people were here already, she needed to find them before they left.
Several voices, male and female, echoed and she tried to focus on not tripping and not hurry. A clear path appeared making her trek much easier. While this place was beautiful, spending the night in just a maillot did not appeal. Grilled fish and wood smoke drew her closer, reminded her she hadn't eaten since 6 a.m. Maybe they'd share a bit with a wandering stranger.
A scrawny man with a white bucket hat appeared on the path ahead with a drop dead gorgeous redhead in an evening dress fit for the Oscars. Their expressions turned from easy bantering to stunned. She must really look a mess.
"Oh man, who are you? Where did you come from? Did you come here on a boat?" The questions came at her like pellets from a shotgun. "Come on, we'll figure this out, we gotta let the professor know!"
Whisked along the path, something strangely familiar struggled to break through. A small village of huts appeared, along with clever windmills and a well created from local materials.
"Hey, Skipper. We've got a visitor!"
Everything clicked and her hope of rescue sank.
She was the newest resident of Gilligan's Island.
Hope you enjoyed my offering in the flash fiction challenge! I'd love any comments you'd like to leave!
Time to mosey on to our next awesome writer, Brenda Margriet. See you next week!