Dawn spread her multi-colored spender across the sky, painting each cloud with her brush.
Stan took a deep breath, held it for a second, then let it out, a routine that sent bolts of energy charging through his body.
He took another step out of the lush, tropical green onto the ledge, getting a better view of his little slice of paradise and the shimmering ocean beyond.
The golden glow of the clouds faded as the sapphire sky deepened.
The warm sea beckoned.
“When will a freakin’ rescue ship ever come to take me from this God-forsaken place?” Stan muttered.
word count = 100