The ocean air didn’t feel quite right to Anna, so she waved it away with a twirl of her fingers. She shielded her eyes against the morning sunlight and looked out to the islands in the distance. They were pretty white islands on a green green sea, like scoops of icecream on melted peppermint, blazing…sparkling…but those islands, they were so very far away.
Note: This is from a short story I wrote a while back for a creative writing assignment. I’m not really sure what I’m going to do with the story. Give it another round of editing and post it up? Time will tell.