Elizabeth Wild

The Island

The sun began to slip away behind the mountains, tired of her long journey across the sky. Her colors broke into a million rays as she painted her canvas brilliant shades of oranges and pinks and yellows, dancing across Anna’s retinas. Her time was running short. The lengthening shadows curled ominously across the ground, splitting the light into long lines on Anna’s scabbed and bruised skin. She adjusted her leather pack on her shoulders and began to run towards the sound of the crashing waves.