The Island

 

 

James hated the Island. Everybody else loved it,

But not James. In fact, he didn’t just hate it. He detested it.

“Why?” they would ask as he led them across the Island. “How could you not like a place like this?  A place filled with natural beauty beyond that of our wildest imagination! How could you not like that?”. “Look at that expanse of crystal blue water, how it glitters under the sun’s hot rays. Look at the palm trees swaying in the breeze!” they would say. James just sighed. They didn’t get it; they never did.

You see, the reason behind James’ fervent dislike for the Island was because he felt lonely- isolated from everybody else. It was almost like another world entirely for him.

It wasn’t always like that, though. He remembered a time when he used to have a family. A time when he belonged. He yearned to feel that again; to love and to be loved.

It was on that fateful day, so many years ago when he lost everything. He was headed to France to settle some urgent business matters. His wife Claire and their two young daughters, Marie and Sonya waited with him at the dock. He was to travel by ship. He remembered waving to them. He was just about to turn around when he saw a lone tear fall down Sonya’s cheek. Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, he blew her a kiss and watched as she smiled- a small, sad smile.

 

Nobody knew that it would be the last time they would see him; that those last moments he shared with them while on the dock would be reminisced over; tears falling. That on that very night, the ship James was on would sink, and he would be left stranded on a secluded island; washed up at shore.

 

Never knowing when he was going to find his family, James felt a tear slide down his cheek. It landed in the water, making a faint plop as it connected with the surface. He felt that he could cry a whole ocean of tears… Time hadn’t healed his wounds. He looked out into the horizon. The sun was beginning to set, and the sky had turned a pale pink with tinges of orange. Tall palm trees swayed around him. Coconuts dropped onto the warm golden sand. He picked one up and marvelled at its weight. It felt heavy in his hand and was rough to the touch. He broke off a piece, and began to slowly eat it, all the whilst thinking about his darling Claire, and how coconut was her favourite food. He felt sad. Reminiscing always made him sad.

He silently stood up, and was about to turn around when he saw the most amazing sight! It was a ship, and it was filled with people. Better still, it was coming in his direction. Waving his arms above his head, he smiled; something that he hadn’t done in years.