Colors pt. 2 An Island

An Island

The hot yellow sand burns against my skin
as my eyes look around scanning the area with my mind wondering where to begin.
The land around me consists of sand and dirt.
A real hell hole for an introvert.
There are trees scattered around but not enough to provide any real shade.
So, this seems to be the trade,
a big blue ocean for a small, yellow…
Island.

A hand presents itself to me in an offer to help me up to my feet.
I’m lifted back to my feet hoping I’m able to find something to eat.
My stomach is rumbling and I haven’t had a decent meal in ages.
Hopefully food sources aren’t too scarce on this stage.

Back on my feet, I’m greeted with a devilish smile from a middle age man sporting a goatee.
Something…yes something tells me I should flee
but there is nowhere to go on this small island.
I look the man in the eye remaining quiet.

He continues to smile and tells me he’s glad I’m out of that ocean and now closer to him.
He tells me his name is Darren but something…yes something tells me that is a pseudonym.
He tells me that all I need to survive is here on this island and that he will help me get adjusted to life on the island.
His presence near me makes me sweat and causes my throat to tighten.

I tell the man I appreciate his offer but that I’m fine exploring the island and getting adjusted on my own.
Everyone has a personal space bubble and he is way too far into mine.
You shouldn’t ever mess with a broken man because he might just go loco.
He needs to back away and allow me to explore on my own and drink some cocoa.

I hope he’s not the only person besides me on this island.
Maybe they are all living together in a town out past the horizon,
or living in some dark cave hiding,
or doing what I’m doing and trying to avoid this creepy guy because they are frightened.
Yes, that has to be it, they are avoiding this guy like the plague.
They are hiding out and trying to remain vague.

I thank the man for helping me to my feet and tell him I’ll be on my way.
I tell him that I’m grateful for the help and wish I could pay
him for his service to me but unfortunately I have nothing on me.
He smiles at me giving me the chills that urges me to flee.

He tells me it’s his pleasure to help and that he will be seeing me around.
Not if I can help it, I don’t want anything to do with this clown.
He tells me there are plenty of fruits around.
I ask him if there is anyone else alive in this island, possibly living in a nearby town.
He tells me we are it and if any others were around they wouldn’t be able to remain quiet and we would be able to identify them by their sounds.
Disheartening news that causes me to frown.
He notices my frown and tells me to not be so down.
I nod and tell him I’m off to build a camp on hopefully a soft portion of this land.

He repeats he will see me around and departs giving me another creepy smile.
I have a feeling if we ever talk at length I’ll find out he’s a gentile.
That would be a fact that just seems to fit his style.
Hopefully things between us won’t ever become hostile.
Now it’s time to build a home to live my life out in exile.
I might as well build myself a nice home and make my experience on this island worthwhile.