Once we arrive at the path leading up to Jessica’s house, I can see the clear blue ocean below the hill, with the olive ...

I fail to notice that I have fallen bottom first on a rock with my legs stretching out; the shock is immense. I sit ...

The map’s directions point to the left side of the island, up a hill with a wooden walkway. Beside it stand rectangular rock pillars. ...

The boat slows down as it nears a remote island. I look over to the right and see the sandy shore with a small ...

Several minutes pass while I watch the shoreline and marina become smaller until they evaporate. The view becomes nothing but blue sea and sky, ...

The next morning at 9, I stuff my drawstring backpack with essential supplies (phone, sunscreen, sunglasses, etc.) and dress for my secret journey to ...

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I cannot return to my sleep; the flamingo in my dream lingers in my brain. I lie awake in bed for some time, twiddling ...

There is cool comfort In the coldness of gazpacho That during summer Fills burning mouths Made from the souls Of martyred tomatoes Brought forth ...

My childhood memories end abruptly when the setting sun catches my eye. My escort and I decide to return to our hotel room and ...