She walks past the crowded street, self-conscious like the only spot of colour in a drab landscape.
Nobody ever told her whether she was beautiful or ugly, as her only companions on the island were flora and fauna.
This place is different as there are so many with the same physical form, but none of whom she can communicate with. It feels like all of them look within, and she is the only one who feels incomplete without her surroundings.
Her feet find comfort in the sand as she awaits a boat to go home.
Who will be rowing it?
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loved the flora and fauna line and enjoyed the bit of a mystery ending….
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Thank you so much!
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I love the ending- hope remains 🩷
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Optimistic ends leave scope for imagination. A sad one just closes the chapter. 🤣🤣
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🙌
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Reena, your story is the definition of disoriented.
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I agree 😀
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Her feet find comfort in the sand is my favourite part of your story.
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Mine too 😀
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Always the optimist. Does her future depend on who is rowing the boat?
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The question is who else lives on the island, or conducts a ferry service.
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so lovely 🙂 Reena! 🙂
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Thanks so much, Carol!
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