Deserted

It was a chilly Sunday morning. The strong breeze pushed the tiny grains of sand back and forth in opposing directions with little effort. The fiery-red rising sun slowly departed from the tranquil, picturesque ocean that was resting directly below it and lazily lifted itself into the sky. The swaying palm trees sang quiet songs of contentment and occasionally whistled with great force when the wind whipped their protruding green leaves. Her eyes, sore from the salt given off by the sea, were snapped open with alarm once she realized where she was. She was a city girl, twenty-two years old, and her long, chocolate-brown hair was matted and in knots. What was left of her expensive black dress was now soaking wet and clung to her tightly. She picked up her aching head from off the ground and ran her hands across the hard, sandy earth which she sat upon. Looking around, she was alone. All she had for miles was the ocean and the small island that she appeared to be stranded on. “What can I possibly do?” she spoke aloud as if someone was going to respond to her. With no solution, uncontrollable tears streamed down her dirty face and cries of helplessness quietly escaped out of her mouth. She pulled her knees to her chest and buried her face into her cupped hands as if she was making a wish to be home and safe. Then, a shock of reality hit her hard, and she knew if she was vulnerable and weak, there was no chance for her to survive on this barren island. Once gaining enough strength, she rose to her feet and began to set off on her uncharted journey. The blazing heat of the approaching afternoon was so unbearable that after dragging her fragile body for nearly half a mile, she collapsed instantly. When she finally regained consciousness, she opened her eyes to a completely different site. A dark, bamboo constructed hut with a straw roof hung over her dizzy head. In the far corner she saw a beautifully tanned man staring at her with fierce, electric green eyes. “Excuse me, um, who are you?” she obliviously asked. “I found you on the beach, nonresponsive and out-cold from dehydration” he replied informingly. She gazed at him with thankful eyes, and he looked back at her with admiration. She got up, made her way toward him and began to embrace him with all the strength she could find; she was not alone.