Short Story – Island Magic

A lovely gentle and heartwarming tale from Stevie Turner. Just right for a sunny weekend.

Stevie Turner

Eddie tended to drift into whatever jobs were available that would pay the rent. He was young with no responsibilities, fit and strong, and wasn’t particularly fussed about what he did, just as long as there was a pay cheque at the end of the month. He had considered moving back to the mainland, but rather enjoyed the slower pace of life on the Island, and the perks of bikini-clad teenage girls slipping their phone numbers his way when their parents had strolled back to the Ocean Hotel for an afternoon siesta. The Island was in his blood; he felt an affinity for Sandown, but for the life of him he could not work out why.

So it was one afternoon that Eddie collected the last of the deckchairs on the beach, and turned his collar up against the fresh breeze blowing in from the English Channel. The summer season…

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