He stepped from my dreams
Copyright 2011: He stepped from my dreams by Mark Stewart. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the author. This story is fictitious and a product of the author’s imagination. Resemblance to any actual person living or dead is purely coincidental.
ELIZABETH squinted in the bright sunlight, slowly curling her fingers in the sand.
“I’m alive,” she whispered. Struggling to a sitting position she looked around.
“Hey you; sitting on the sand. Get off my island.”
The girl turned her throbbing head in the direction of the voice. She could almost make out a image of a man. He looked to be marching up the beach towards her. She grinned at the man’s bright red shirt flapping in the cool breeze.
“Get of my island,” called the man, pointing at the water’s edge. The man abruptly stopped, towering over the girl. His short shadow plunged her face into the shade. Elizabeth sensed his aggression. His deep frown above sand coloured eyebrows cementing the fact.