∼THE BLACK LAGOON∼
What used to be a river, was now just mud
and stone. It was a fucking shame, she cursed.
These early evening views were becoming more
and more disturbing. The shadows cast an eerie
uneasiness and the dim glow of what was left
of the sun, shed a glimmer on what remained
of the river. At this time of day hope seemed hopeless.
She looked yearningly at the ship on the horizon.
It would soon be out of sight.
I should have gone with them, she shuddered.
The folly of her decision to remain on that
God forsaken island alone, suddenly struck her.
Her yearning would have to subside.
I have to get back to camp quickly.
It’ll be dark soon, she quivered.
©J.E.Goldie May 31, 2019