Flash Fiction: Her Island
Not much of an actual story today, more of a scene, but here you go anyway.
Her Island
She loved and hated this time of the year. The season was over, the tourists had all returned to their homes, even the staff were gone for the most part, off on vacations or visiting family. The island was just so quiet. She gazed up at the moon, trying to relax and enjoy the tranquil scene, even as she noticed the water rising above the dock. The island had a tendency to drift back towards this mist at times like these, when she was lonely or contemplative.
It had been five years since she had pulled this island through the veil separating this world from hers, from where seasons came and went, but years never did. It had taken so much energy and will, a lesser one could never have done it, but she had fought and pushed, bargained with the Queen, given up everything...