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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Fellowship (among believers) (10/11/07)

TITLE: Bunny's Island
By dub W


Bunny slipped off her flip-flops and dug her toes into the sand. The sand on top was warm, but deep into the sand it was cool. She leaned back on her blue pad. “I wonder if they even know I’m gone?”

She was a passenger on a tall ship; a gift from her son and daughter-n-law. It had been a little over a year since George, her husband, had gone to the Lord. She had moped around the house for too many months, and the surprise trip was just what she needed, or so the kids thought.

Bunny was not the only single on the ship, but she simply did not feel like mingling with everyone. She had a couple of books, and spent most of her time reading. Her blue foam pad was the only companion she had. Many of the people had gone snorkeling or sunbathing. The ship had stopped at a tiny island, and the captain had said there were colorful fish and shells for those interested – she wasn’t; electing instead to sit and read. The rest of the passengers checked out with the purser and boated or swam to the island.

After lunch Bunny leaned on the ship rails and watched all the folks playing on the beach. “I ought to go over there and at least take a stroll.” She looked for the purser, but he wasn’t at his post, so she took her small mat and eased into the Caribbean water. Oh, this is refreshing.

Bunny paddled toward shore then drifted to a small cove. Swimmers and divers were swimming under and around her. If I were thirty years younger…silly thought, thirty years ago I was raising kids. She drifted onto a sandy shallow and dozed.

She awoke some time later and realized that the great sailing ship had silently slipped into the horizon. She crawled up onto a dune and looked at the sea in all directions. Not a boat was in sight.

There she was, in a swimsuit and light top and flip-flops; and a few hundred yards of sand and scrub bushes. “Well, Lord, I’ve spent a year sitting at home alone, I guess this is fitting.” She dug her toes deeper into the sand and picked up a broken shell. She stood it up in the sand and then she found another small shell and stood it up next to the first. “There we go, a congregation; not too many, must be a Wednesday night service. Matters not, the fellowship of Christians gathered together has no regulations.” She laughed, “George would have said something like that.”

Bunny continued to pile small shells around the edge of the blue pad. “You folks are a bit late,” she said to each shell as she placed it in the sand. “My, that’s a colorful coat you have on today Mrs. Carlin.” Bunny lay back on the pad and stared up at the deep blue sky. “Lord, you and I make a fine pair out here. But, if you would, a nice salad would be fine right now; I’m feeling a bit peckish.” The sun was creeping lower in the sky. “Keeping company with the fellowship of shells is fine; but, if it’s not too much to ask, a human voice would be nice too.”

“Mrs. Smith, is that you over there?” A male voice was calling her name.
Bunny looked up toward the west and could see a shadow of someone approaching. I guess I shouldn’t acknowledge total strangers, but this guy knows my name. “Over here,” she yelled above the noise of the surf.

The man approached. “Glad I found you before dark. The ship put out a missing person alert. These were their last coordinates.”

The man held out a hand to help her up. “Do be careful, don’t step on my shells. oh, why did I say something stupid like that?

“Oh, no problem,” the man laughed. “My boat’s right here. I will run you over to Nevis.”

“I hope this isn’t too much trouble for you?”

He smiled. “Not at all, I live there. I’m Carl Mason, by the way. I’ll notify the ship line on the radio telephone.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

“They won’t come to get you until tomorrow, but you can stay in my guest house. There are some beach duds there.”

Bunny felt her face blush, and then looked down at her lack of clothes and belongings and laughed. “Thank you, Lord.”

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Joanne Sher 10/18/07
I love her little conversation with the shells. Excellent job of characterization.
Dee Yoder 10/19/07
Now this is a kind of fellowship I never anticipated. Unique! I really enjoyed the MC in your story, and I like the hint of a new type of relationship on the horizon.
Janice Cartwright10/20/07
This story really captured my imagination. It is like something I would imagine happening to lucy Ricardo me! In crowds I tend to lose people and end up stranded. Wow! So cute and funny and I loved the ending.
Mo 10/20/07
Creative & nicely done!
LauraLee Shaw10/21/07
TOO cute and extremely creative!
joe hodson10/22/07
I picked your story because of the title. Very good, and how creative for the topic! I never thought of fellowshiping with shells. In my opinion, you pefectly captured what you were trying to do here. Good job.
Jan Ackerson 10/23/07
Absolutely adorable--I love her name, and her concern over her seashell people. This is charming!
Joanney Uthe10/23/07
I enjoyed the journey from thinking that she enjoyed being alone in her sorrow to the realization that she still needs other people. Great story and great twist on the topic.
Marty Wellington 10/23/07
Really enjoyed the MC, her thought process and the shell people. Wonderful sense of place on the beach.
Verna Cole Mitchell 10/23/07
You had your mc's voice down perfectly. I loved the feeling "peckish." You don't hear that word every day. You did an excellent job with your creative entry.
william price10/23/07
Very nice and smooth as usual. I liked the MC. God bless.
Lynda Schultz 10/23/07
I smell a romance. Very nicely done.
Betty Castleberry10/24/07
I'm a sucker for a beach story. Unique twist on fellowship, too. This is well written.
George Parler 10/24/07
What a beautiful character you've created here. You did a wonderful job of putting this reader on the beach. Wonderful job.

Now excuse me while I go rinse the sand out from between my toes. :)
Mariane Holbrook 10/25/07
I love the fact that there was no fear at all in the fact that she had been left behind. She was content with her shells and perhaps a little salad. I could see a movie arising out of this piece. Any chance?