Pitcairn Island

Pitcairn Island, compliments of Google maps.


Isolation, she craved it so bad it hurt. She needed to get away from the crazy, hectic, city-life. So, when she read the ad, it fit her needs perfectly. Now, as she looked at the narrow dirt road, navigable only by foot, she was beginning to have second thoughts.

Any minute, she expected to see a large iron gate with a banner reading “Abandon hope, all Ye who enter here.” Shivering at the thought, she rounded the first curve, smiling as the dense undergrowth gave way to a small clearing. The clearing held four huts around a firepit with a large cauldron bubbling away, and a line of villagers watching her.

It was a homey sight.

“Hello!” She smiled, waving a greeting.

‘Welcome to dinner,” They called.

Their recent foray into modern advertising had expanded their menu greatly.

WC: 138.

Author’s Note: Moral of the story: Be careful what you wish for. Heheheee!

Thank you once again goes to What Pegman Saw for taking us to a new place we’ve never been, this week to Pitcairn Islands. If you’ve enjoyed this little story, then please, come out and enjoy some others at: . Just follow the prompt tag to the little blue frog… your adventure awaits.


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