Paradise 001

I picked up the scrap of paper.
The wind blew it away.

I stood, transfixed on the isolated island.
Islands weren't meant to be like this. They were supposed to be beautiful, and untouched. White sands, blue, blue seas and skies, and an everlasting shining sun.
No. I was on a gloomy, dark island. The sun shone every third day. It rained every other. Why was I trapped on such a sombre island?
Why me? Why this island?

I came from a distant place called Chile. There it's hot. Really, really hot. And I loved it there. But of course, having my mother's genes, I loved travelling. And I just happened to be on my way to Indonesia. The plane crashed, I'm pretty sure no one survived. But who knows? Now I was in the middle of nowhere. Lost in some distant place where no one would find me. I guess I should be thankful for the change of temperature... But my skin was being tampered with by the wind. It became all raw and my lips all chapped.

I hadn't met anything on this island. Nothing at all. There was no people - natives or foreigners. There were also no animals. No fish in the sea, no ravenous lions in the forests. Not even insects - which I should be thankful for. I hated those pesky creepy crawlies. There were plenty of edible fruits, which I managed to find. Coming from Chile and a soon-to-be nutritionist, I could tell the poisonous from the edible. Most of the colourful, extravagant ones were poisonous.

I scavenged whenever I could. My measly supply of food always diminished quickly. A place like this would be extremely fertile. But I had nothing that I brought with me. Just my clothes, my essentials (hair products, makeup), and my pride. Now, I had used all my cosmetics, and my clothes were beginning to smell revolting. My pride... well, that's still hopefully in tact.

I looked at the darkening sky, and ran quickly for shelter. Beneath two, large fern leaves, and I quietly sat down, making sure every part of me was covered. It was hailing today. I might get wet.

Welcome to my 'paradise'.