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His Island
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HIS ISLAND

Brent Knowles

SMASHWORDS EDITION

PUBLISHED BY:

Brent Knowles on Smashwords

His Island

http://blog.brentknowles.com

This story was originally published in Quantum Muse.

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His Island

"There it is!" Jón shouted, his voice booming in the salmon ship's small cabin as the trawler bounced across the storm stirred Atlantic, leaping from wave to wave. Marci clutched a railing and watched the island ahead grow bigger through the water-splashed window. Steve stood at the bow of the ship, unprotected from the storm and hanging on for dear life as he pointed excitedly. His water-plastered gray beard, his stooped frame, and the weathered lines of his face, made his age apparent. Steve had always seemed old to her, but now it was something more, almost elderly. She half-hoped he would slip, fall into the sea, be out of her life forever.

Marci watched the much younger Jón struggle with the ship's controls, as he continued, "I told you I found an island. And look. There! The Tree!"

The Tree dominated the recently surfaced island, a tower of stone eaten wood, rising out of the almost barren island like a titan's outstretched hand, fingers splayed as if grasping for the sun. It glowed pinkish-orange for a stream of sunlight tore through the heavy storm clouds, the light dancing across the traces of quart embedded in the wood. The wind raced swift moving clouds across the sky and whenever one of these blocked the sun, the color faded momentarily, returning swiftly when the clouds continued on. It was breathtaking.