By far, this was her favorite spot.

The sunsets were simply amazing from this rocky peninsula stretching in the middle of the sea. Every evening, she made sure to make her way to her favorite stone, the flat and smooth one right by this awkward tree growing in feet deep of salty waters.

She thought about home for a moment… Living in her tenth floor tiny apartment, she never would have imagined someday endind her day in such an idyllic scenery. The sand around the island was so white that when the sun started to lower toward the horizon, the water looked a little milky, as if a mysterious fog floated just above the surface.

Anticipating the very moment the sun would dive into the ocean, she had a thougth for Antoine de St-Exupéry’s classic tale, ”Little Prince”.  The young character, from a planet so small, he only had to move his chair one way or the other to catch a new sunset, she murmured the monologue she knew by heart…

« One day, » you said to me, « I saw the sunset forty-four times! »
And a little later you added:
« You know– one loves the sunset, when one is so sad… »
« Were you so sad, then? » I asked, « on the day of the forty-four sunsets? »
But the little prince made no reply.

A tear rolled on her cheek, as the sun disappeard into the sea.

The day was over. There would be another one to enjoy… Hopefully.

She wished the tear had wet her skin just because of the beauty of the scenery. But after surviving twenty seven days all by herself on the island, after the plane crash, all she wished for, was to go back to all the greyness of the city.

She walked back to the camp, hoping…

Via Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge