discon'tent'

                                                            PHOTO PROMPT© Jan Wayne Fields

They sat under the canopy of open sky with the blanket of stars spread over them. But 

the pleasures of Nature aren’t always romantic and they hadn’t bargained for the 

inevitable. The grass bore their weight for some-time and the blades protested by 

piercing their derma, ants stung where they shouldn’t, insects encircled them like 

hovering helicopters.

The flames on their deflatable tent, inadvertently lit by the sole kerosene lamp inside, 

were tossed by the winds, added to their misery. Their nocturnal sojourn on the 

uninhabited island was the beginning of a nightmare.

Only dawn could rescue them. Till then……

           

                  Written for : Friday Fictioneers. Thanks Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.