water’s edge, kicking sand in frustration, hoping the soothing feel of the waves on my feet would cheer me up and help wash away some of my gloom. I mentally chastised myself for feeling down on what was meant to be a holiday to celebrate my new life.
Forget about him. You’re living in a fantasy world. You have to rely on yourself now.
Standing in the ankle deep water, I stared out to sea and let my mind slip away with the tide. Writing would cheer me up. My creative juices were yearning to escape. Writing was cathartic for me. It was a way of letting go. I needed an outlet and that was it. Many tears had been shed writing the first book as deep-seated emotions had been brought to the surface, but upon penning the final paragraph an unbearable burden had eased. A weight had been lifted.
Taking one last look back, I resignedly walked away from the movie set. It almost appeared that the handsome actor had seen me but as he shouted out one of his lines I realized that he’d been too engrossed in the movie to even know that I had been there.
Coffee was to be my comfort. A triple shot should do the trick. I made my way to the resort restaurant. While I waited at the counter, Ramah spotted me and came over to say hello.
“Dakota! How are you enjoying the island so far?”
“Hi, Ramah. It’s beautiful. I’ve just been for a walk along the beach and I plan to sit in the sun and write for a while.” No point in letting the kind woman in on my overzealous imagination about meeting the too-cute actor. Somehow, though, Ramah read my mind.
“Did you run into the cast of the pirate movie down on the beach?” Her eyes drilled into me.
“Well, yes, but I didn’t stay for long as everyone was busy and I felt like an intruder.” That part was true.
“Oh nonsense. That Kyle Rutherford is a lovely fellow. He’s the lead actor in the movie. He was actually here last night. You may have noticed?” She failed at trying to sound casual.
I swallowed my embarrassment and looked to the ground. “Uh yeah. I didn’t know who he was until I saw him on the set earlier.”
Another big disappointment! Get over it, Dakota.
With a glisten in her eye, Ramah spoke in hushed tones so no one else could hear. “You just never know what might happen. You’re both young and attractive and happen to be staying on one of the most romantic islands in the world.” Attractive was a word that I hadn’t been called for what seemed like eons and even then it had only been said by my parents who were more than a little biased. It was hard to believe anyone else saw me as that.
I shrugged, flippantly. “I can’t really see it happening. His world is a little different to mine and he probably has a hundred women falling at his feet. I’m not going to give it another thought.” I sounded doubtful even in my own mind as memories of that dazzling smile clouded my judgment.
Silence marked my uncertainty.
Ramah let the conversation end at that, although I could tell she wasn’t totally happy with my answer. She went back to her duties.
When the coffee was finally ready, I was glad to leave and enjoy the day.
Grabbing a big pile of paper and some pens, I sat on the sand out in front of the hut, opting to stay close to my new home. After my stint in the sun yesterday, I needed the shade from the palm trees to avoid a repeat episode.
Words and phrases came to mind so I jotted them down as they came to me, in between recharging with coffee and watching the waves rolling in to the shore. Apart from the two children that played a little way down, the beach was deserted, enabling no distractions.
The day rushed by and before I knew it the sun was just beginning to set over the horizon. I had been so engrossed in outlining my story that I hadn’t even eaten lunch.
The fiery red ball looked exquisite as it changed color. I put my pen and paper down, hypnotized by the magical beauty that engulfed the sky and unaware that anyone had