This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. Thank you TJ!
“Pine island only reachable by boat….. Or kayak” George’s voice peaks and finishes the pitch to get away.
“You are serious?! It’s a long way for a first trip.” Bridget knows the look on his face. “Someone owes me…if I do this.”
Bridget stares up at the Sun. The waves of turquoise wash over her. Her body rides the tide.
Her mind plays the conversion over and over again.
The scene of the two red kayaks on the beach. The soft wind plays on every sense. Smells of salt. Palm leaves flex and sing. Warm caress of the Sun. A weird sensation of blood in her mouth.
George briefly smiles. A sharp point about the shoulder blade. Bridget falls. George looks down upon her. Then the water covers her.
“A new start for us! I told you if i couldn’t have you… Noone would!” George smiles again.