The Island Pt. 03

"Now. You might have noticed over there. I have brought a big piece of rock to tonight's session," Bryn giggled and they all looked at the flat piece of rock a few metres away.

"I was clearing the pond by the waterfall today, and found that. It must have loosened and fallen down from somewhere above. It looks like an impression of a very large version of Donald Duck has stepped on it."

They got up and walked over.

"That's not Donald Duck", Essi said. "I am pretty sure it is part of a front or back leg of a Mosasaurus. This is very, very interesting."

"Thought you might think so. Nothing like an old piece of rock to impress a beautiful woman," Bryn giggled again.

"It's fossilised, and there might be more of it. So, we also need to investigate that", Essi had red cheeks from excitement.

"As long as you don't demolish the nice rock and waterfall, my dear", Bryn replied.

"I'll have a look. See how much there is and how much can be liberated from the basic rock without too much disturbance. No problem."

"Well. That's the present status here. I did not envision so much more to be done, except we never did find Elsa Mereungie though. Still a conundrum, but we have time, and it will be a pleasant task. I suppose we will never quite be finished here and I am sure the island has many more secrets just waiting to be unveiled, but now I am done for the night. See you tomorrow," Bryn took Sunny's hand and they walked together down the stairs to their room.

Aino and Essi sat in silence for a while. Listening to the frogs by the waterfall and the birds nesting on the cliff, before they too went down to go to sleep - or whatever they all did at this time of night....

Epilogue

by o_girl © 2024

"Here you are, Madam," Sabrina placed a fresh tequila Sunrise on the table beside her.

"Thank you! You are a darling!" - but Sabrina had already vanished silently back into the house.

She took a quick sip through the straw and closed her eyes for a moment. Then looked up and out over the deep blue ocean and the sun.

Life was good. She had a big house overlooking the sea and the sun shone almost always.

Something she had longed for in the first half of her life and now enjoyed fully in her old age.

Tonight, she might walk down to her usual, local restaurant. A family owned placed, where all generations worked, and a place that always served fresh and well-prepared food. Usually fish that had come in by the boats the same morning.

She smiled and picked the glossy lifestyle magazine up again.

Almost half of it was a theme about an island far, far away.

An Island that seemed to have been excavated and explored by two women.

There were lots of photos but none of the two women. The text said they had agreed for the journalist and photographer to come and make the feature on the condition that they were not in any of the pictures.

Although she found that a little strange and really wanted to see who they were.

Maybe they liked their privacy. After all there was no indication where the island was. Although plenty of clues in the text.

"Maybe I'll contact them one day," She thought to herself.

After an hour, the elderly woman formerly known as Elsa Mereungie got up and walked inside to take a quick shower before dinner.

The end....