Crisp, early morning breeze played with her tangled, unruly wisps. She slipped out without disturbing him; still sleeping in the cabin, rest a part of his ideal vacation. This was her time, the serenity of silence the rejuvenation her soul had been crying for.
Frigid sapphire glistened and lapped around her chilled ankles, shins, thighs. Inch by inch, slowly lowering herself into the depths, moving further from the craggy shoreline. Weightless under, surrounded by the clear cocoon of nothingness.
Dawn sunlight cast shimmering glows across her buoyant limbs. Floating on the surface, the peace, the stillness was her heaven.
This blog post is part of Charli Mill’s Flash Fiction Challenge issued by Carrot Ranch Communications. May 27th prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story, using the above photo as a prompt. You can make it a garden party or an international spy thriller. Who is there and why? Does the backdrop scenery make an impact or is it ignored? The place is on an island, if you wish to make use of that. Go where the photograph leads you this week.