The RomanticFridayWriters challenge this week is 'I Need A Change'. A suggested setting is a romantic paradise (not that that would have anything to do with me being in Fiji at the moment!). It's to be a first-person challenge of 400 words of prose or prosetry. These challenges are open to all writers of prose or poetry.
‘Ni Sa Moce!’ Farewell.
A beautiful leather plaited wristband. On a mother-of-pearl shell was etched: ‘Inya loves Sally.’
FCA
I hope you enjoyed my little Paradise Romance. To read more on the theme, I Need a Change, click on the writer's names below:
‘You don’t belong here,’ Inya said, his white teeth gleaming in the dark.
‘I belong here with you Inya,’ I said.
‘Your life is far away. I’m just a holiday romance.’
‘You’re wrong. I don’t want to ever go home.’
‘You came looking for a change. You’ve had your change. Your boat leaves tomorrow. Be on it.’
Inya strode off through the trees. I knew he’d go fishing on the other side of the island. His way of relaxing. That’s where we first met. I’d just arrived on Anam Island and was taking a moonlight stroll when I tripped over his line in the sand.
‘Damn!’ I fell face first into the wet corally stuff.
Strong arms lifted me.
‘You okay?’
I looked into the darkest face and sweetest smile I’d ever seen.
‘I'm fine now. I didn’t see -.’
‘Sorry. No one usually comes this time of night.’
‘Except insomniac me. I’m often wandering round.’
‘You could get into strife that way.’
‘That’s what I’m hoping for.’
He was adorable with beautiful smooth skin and curly hair. No shirt, just a pair of board shorts. I leaned forward and kissed him.
We sat at the water’s edge the rest of the night sipping kava. We caught no fish, but caught the romance of the spot – lapping waves soft at our feet, misty islands peeping through the fog of early dawn, the majestic elegance of the sailing vessel tacking between islands.
‘I could stay here forever,’ I said.
‘They all say that.’
The next few days were blissful. Inya took me into the village to meet his family - from two sets of grandparents right down to his little baby sister. I loved the way they lived the simple life - catching fish, milking goats, harvesting cassava and taro, drinking fresh-caught rainwater.
After Inya's morning chores, we took a little boat and fished the reef - we snorkeled - we dove amongst the coral.
I lived in my bikini, sulu and flip-flops - no business suit.
How could I go back to the rat race?
How could I go back to the rat race?
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The boat sounded its horn as it drifted into the lagoon. My heart was a hollow husk.
‘Ni Sa Moce!’ Farewell.
‘Wait!’
Inya ran to me, cupped my face in his hands and kissed me, delighting the roaring crowd.
‘Take this. Remember me.’
‘Take this. Remember me.’
A beautiful leather plaited wristband. On a mother-of-pearl shell was etched: ‘Inya loves Sally.’I will be back.
©DeniseCovey2012
WORDS: 407FCA
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