The screen on my phone lit up, UNKOWN CALLER. This was my first vacation in over five years, I hit the decline button. My head was pounding from a lack of sleep. The dark splotches under my eyes reminded me that I hadn’t washed off my makeup from the previous evening’s dinner date. He was a lovely man, I met him at the club.
I splashed some cold water on my face, took the terrycloth hand towel down from the metal ring that held it unevenly on the wall. The softness on my brow, tickled. I slipped into my one piece, neon pink swimsuit, cut high above the thighs.
My self-esteem wasn’t ready for the bikini life, but I was pushing my limits a bit, preparing for such. I threw my Bubble yum beach towel over my shoulder; after all it matched my bathing suit. I headed out of my bungalow.
The sand was scorching as it crept in between my toes. I immediately tried to go back in to grab my flip flops, but my key card wouldn’t work. I looked down towards the peer, hoping one of the resort’s employees would be near by. No such luck.
Sweat began to run down my forehead, I wiped it off with the back of my hand, realizing my body temperature must’ve been at a maximum.
The palm trees stood still, there was no breeze, steam hovered over the ocean like a boiling pot of water. There were no birds chirping, and the people; where had all the people gone?
I ran down the wooden pathway, finding shelter from the sun, under the hut. My heart pounded in my chest, I could see my skin raise with each pulse.
My phone began to ring again, UNKNOWN CALLER. This time I answered hoping to be rescued from the now horrifying, uninhabitable elements. “Hello.” I panted, my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth from the dryness. “Hello, sweetie. I need to talk to you about last night.” The voice on the other end was sweet and seductive. “Who is this?” I asked. “Luci here, darling, or some like to call me Mr. Fer, you decide. Won’t you join me for brunch?” I realized my time to choose was up.
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