Friday, January 18, 2013

Flash Fiction Friday




Tarzan Island
By Donna L Martin


Lucas looked at his compass again.  North by northeast the old man told him when Lucas stopped for supplies.  He had spent the past three weeks getting to know the locals.  They told him of a legend where the French pirate Jean Lafitte smuggled goods into Barataria Bay,  but they knew the real treasure lay buried somewhere on Tarzan Island.

His oars cut through the murky water as mosquitos searched for their prey.  It would have been easy to get lost in the swamps surrounding New Orleans, but Lucas didn't come this far to go the way of the gris-gris.  Glancing once more at his compass, Lucas guided his canoe round the next bend and there it was.  Tarzan Island.  Butterflies tickled his insides as he slowly made his way closer.   Now all he had to do was find the treasure and keep away from the Huntsman.




***Now it's your turn.  What happens next?  Does Lucas find Jean Lafitte's buried treasure?  Or does the Huntsman find him?  Join in the fun with a sentence or a paragraph.  You don't have to run with my flash fiction...if someone else comments and you want to add to their story, then go for it.  Let's see where this picture prompt takes us!***





12 comments:

  1. Sorry, no idea for now at the moment :( AHK! Writer's bock!!

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    1. Hi Erik! It's okay...it happens to the best of us...just means you really ARE a writer...;~)

      Thanks for stopping by and come back any time!

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  2. Lucas surveyed the small island from the safety of his canoe. Landing would be difficult in the swampy mangrove but he knew the real difficulty would be leaving. His thoughts went back Anita held captive until his return. She was the innocent in all this. His girlfriend couldn't be blamed for his gambling addiction which had made the expedition a necessity.

    Was there a link between his creditors and the Huntsman? The rumours about the Huntsman were vague. Some believed him to be a wealthy English big game hunter, tired of the lack of a challenge provided animals unused to being stalked as prey. Lucas had no such ignorance of his plight. He knew from the moment he landed his canoe the game was on, and he would be the prey.

    Alligators with cold reptilian eyes regarded him with curious stares as he paddled towards the outcrop of rock, which should provide enough elevation to scan the island. At least there he would be safe from the hungry looking predators. They wouldn't be able to climb.

    Taking a deep breath Lucas struck out for the rocks. He saw some bushes on the waters edge where he could hide the canoe. Had the Huntsman seen his approach? Was he watching even now? The hairs on the back of Lucas' neck were standing on end. Every sense alert to anything that looked out of place. Beads of sweat rolled from his forehead into his eyes, the salt stinging them.

    Lucas hid the canoe took the flare gun and Bowie knife, his only weapons, and began to climb. He had barely reached the top when an explosion made him whirl round in horror. Looking down he saw smoke coming from where he had hidden the canoe. Lucas' heart sank. Now the only way off the island would be if he could find and overcome the Huntsman. The treasure was put to the back of his mind as the instinct for survival took precedence.

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    1. BTW do you check your r-mails?

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    2. Wow, impressive, jp! I am with Erik on this one, total blank, sorry Donna! Flu has gelled my brain.

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    3. Awwww, JP, I think you and I make a GREAt writing team...I start 'em and you finish 'em...lol...

      Yes, I always check my emails but I haven't seen one from you lately. Did you send one? What email address?

      Thanks for stopping by and come back any time!

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    4. Don't worry, Diane, you don't have to play every time...just when and if the mood strikes...;~)

      Thanks for stopping by and come back any time!

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    5. Finish? The story was just beginning. I would imagine a flashback as to how he got into his present predicament could follow.

      I sent an e-mail to donasday@gmail.com (I think) with regard to the authrlearningcenter.

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    6. That would be cool, JP...a "prequel" to the current situation. Now, if one of my readers would just be brave enough to take a stab at it...;~)

      I never got your email...could you please send it again if possible? Sorry for any inconvenience...

      Thanks for stopping by and come back any time!

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    7. Just checked again and the e-mailwas sent to donasdays@gmail.com before sending it again can you confirm this is the correct address.

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    8. JP, that's a correct email address but I'm still not receiving it and I don't know why. Could you send it to tkd2lady (at) yahoo (dot) com and see if I get THAT one? Or you can find me on Facebook under www.facebook (dot) com/donna (dot) martin (dot) 9440

      I can't figure out why I'm not getting your messages...arrrrgh!

      Thanks for stopping by and come back any time!

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