PROMPT WORD: ISLAND
Carol had been on the island for only two hours before strange things started to happen.
It had been a dare by her college friends for her to stay alone on the known-to-be haunted island for twenty-four hours in complete solitude, which was a thoroughly terrifying scenario to most modern teens.
There was a strong, warm, sea breeze and a peaceful dusky sky so she found an outcropping of rocks and perched, facing the ocean, with her own thoughts drifting casually through her mind, like clouds, as she began to feel weightless.
In her mind’s eye, she saw a little girl playing hopscotch -alone -, with pigtails bouncing in rhythm with her untied shoelaces, and upon reaching the end -she spun around-revealing an innocent cherubic face that Carol shockingly recognized as her own!
Instantly, a car pulled to the curb and out stepped her grandmother with outstretched arms offering her unforgettable ‘grandma snuggle’ so Carol raced, and gleefully leapt, but simultaneously, her Grandma turned to smoke leaving her to fall to the sidewalk scraping her knees.
Carol gasped, and snapped awake from stinging knees, at that seaside paradise where she now realized that the only ‘ghosts’ were antique moments- vying to be noticed in a chaotic, noisy, world- stashed away, far too long, inside of those who visited.