The Island

I had been to the Island before and knew I had to return, ease my mind, repair myself.

I don’t know what is was about being there as opposed to anywhere else on earth, maybe the peace and tranquillity, the way the Aegean sea’s shallow waters meant I could stand alone in what seemed the midst of the ocean.

Whatever it was it worked, restoration. I turned one day, saw the mountain range, olive groves and golden sand and decided I could go on with life, I had to.

I stood on the ferry and waved goodbye- for now.


by Julie Achilles

From: Friday Flash Fiction


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