Island Fever – Friday Fictioneers

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers. I’m the late night crew. Ha! Well, I made it.

Thanks to Madison Woods for the prompt and a special thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who is celebrating her fourth-year anniversary hosting the Friday Fictioneers. A big, heartfelt thank you to her! We are so lucky to have her leadership.

My 100-word story follows. This is part of something I’ve been working on, an excerpt I suppose, revamped for this prompt. It’s a fantasy, although this might not appear to be…

PHOTO PROMPT © Madison Woods

(100 words)

Island Fever

Waves crashed among faint drumming of the markets and playful dwellers’ banter. It was the pulse of the island and it flowed through Varella like blood. From her self-burial in the sand, Varella sprang to her feet and stumbled onto the path, not knowing where it lead.

Away. That was the only destination that mattered if there was such a place.

Trees shrunk around her to a miniaturized version of themselves, as if squashed from above. Only Varella remained a full measure of herself, slamming into bushes swarming with thickets biting at her ankles, pinning her to the soft sand.


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41 thoughts on “Island Fever – Friday Fictioneers

  1. I love islands, especially the tropical ones! Puerto Rico was my first time. Those beautiful places full of sand and palm trees just do something to me. And you nailed it with great descriptions. Varela is almost metaphoric to me. Intentional?
    Five out of five coconuts. 😉


    1. Me too, Kent. I think if I lived on one, I wouldn’t try to escape! Thanks so much. Varella wasn’t meant to be metaphoric, but I’m glad that it feels that way. Five coconuts! Can I have those in a pina colada?! 🙂


  2. Very imaginative. I liked the opening line very much, setting the scene in a unique way. I think ‘sprang’ rather than ‘sprung’ though I’m not able to articulate the reason well. Past participle I think… 😉

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    1. Thank you so much, Sandra. It wasn’t my original opening, but I thought a tie to the island made sense. If sprung seems to off to you, then it probably is! I get those tenses mixed up. Thanks for the feedback.

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  3. Dear Amy,

    I’m a mermaid (why am I in the Midwest???) inside. I felt the crash of the waves and the pulse of the ocean through your apt descriptions. I’m intrigued by what this is excerpted from. Lovely. I liked the ‘place’ called Away.



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    1. My mermaid friend….why are you landlocked? You need to swim this way! Thanks so much for your lovely thoughts and compliments. Well, see, it’s this epic story I’m working on….I hope to finish it someday in the near future. When I do, I’ll let you know. Thanks for the encouragement!


  4. A very intriguing excerpt. I could feel the pulse of the island. I can’t help wondering what she’s running to “away” from, though it seems she may have jumped from the frying pan into the fire.

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    1. Thank you, Russell. Very keen observation. Indeed, she has jumped into the fire. It’s a complex explanation of what she’s running away from. The short answer: the sea. She’s a wreck. 🙂

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    1. Thanks for your observations and feedback. I think she definitely has a disconnect, but something that pulls her to stay. Thanks, Suzanne! I’ll be over to read yours. I’m very delayed this week.


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