Sunday Photo Fiction: Last Boat and Then Some
Sunday, mid-morning, and a boat filled with happy, but reluctant passengers motored out unto the ocean heading for the mainland.
“Last boat to leave,” Sasha said with a tired sign.
“End of tourist season is always the best. The island is finally ours again,” Adrik said.
“Two months during northern hemisphere winter and two months of southern hemisphere winter, then eight months all to ourselves with no worries isn’t a bad life.” She released the bun on the back of her head so it could tumble over her shoulders and chair.
“No, it’s not.” Adrik leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. “Time for a nice long relaxing nap.”
It stared with a soft rumble that sounded like a plane. It was a rogue wave that rose up like the hand of Poseidon. It washed over then and swept them out to sea.
“Papa is calling us,” Sasha said.
“Another mission,”Adrik said in disappointed. “He conveniently forgot we don’t do that any more.”
“Better see what he wants.”
Their legs fused into their fishtails and swam to the bottom of the ocean.
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