It isn't easy to get Massie Block to say, "Wow". Whether it's a new pair of Choos, owning thirteen different vacation homes, or even a limited edition snakeskin Prada hobo bag, she isn't easily impressed. Taking a private yachting trip through the Mediterranean isn't even impressive. What is though, is waking up on a secluded beach with your ship nowhere in site…
Ok, I know this was really short, but there's more to come soon.
Basically, Massie's yacht sinks and she is stranded on an island.
Preview of story (when Massie wakes up onshore)…review if you have suggestions or you like it please. I won't continue unless I get two reviews.
Ice cold, cerulean colored water swirled in front of me. I wanted so badly to dive in, to feel the refreshing, brain-numbing tumble of frigid water. My throat ached for a drop. Before I could surrender to my desire for water, a swell of sand came from upstream. It overpowered the creek, making all water disappear completely. Sand caught in my throat and eyes, leaving them scorching.