Wave caress the shore with whispering fingers. Lovers search for lovers. Pilgrims long for home. But, no one knows how to find her island. No one knows, except for a single ship, dark blue like the ocean. Atop the ship, a golden bell announces its coming and its going.
If you stand by the shore at night, breathless and in need, you might just hear its call. Then, if you dare, you can step into the island of our dream.
This week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle and Ted inspired me to share the end of this story from the 2021 A-Z Challenge. Also that way I don’t have to try to write a new story on way too little sleep amid such gorgeous weather here in PA. Hope everyone has a great week!