Island (Gunslinger)

As a Monday in May comes along,
A certain calling came to tap the Gunslinger whom is surrendering to his slumber.

A slumber that lasted for almost 2 years.

In that slumber, he was faraway dreaming. A daytime's gaze turns reality in a realm that can never be.

He shook his drowsiness off in a swift motion and stood up from under the coconut tree he was resting.

He looked out far off the jetty, to the azure blue sea and must I mention, blue azure sky.

The Gunslinger took a deep breath and ponder for a moment on what to do for on the singing shoreline, tied a small motorboat.

Behind him, defintely overgrown, bushes of greens were looking, observing, somewhat calling out to him to come and play.

As though he just received a knock out punch, he seems dazed & confused. The scenario seems like a blur and for all we know, he might not even remember who he is and where he is at.

For all he knows, he sees the open sea and he can feel the forest blanketing his surrounding.

And closely slinged to his arm, a rusty brown rifle.

He clenched the rifle to his chest, gave it a light peck and move towards the jetty.