Cannibals: A Narrative Fiction

“On the tips of their toes, they hurried across scorching sand. Elizabeth watched her pick a yellow fruit as she gathered one for herself, “Let’s set under the shade of that tree over there.”
Hungry Tiffany cracked open her fruit, began eating without saying another word.
“You did well.”
A smile bursts forth from a mouth full of fruit, “How long do you think we’ll be on this island?”
“No way to tell, hopefully not long.”
A short rest, stomachs satisfied they continue. They stroll close to the edge of the jungle. Taking advantage of what little shelter it offers from the intense sun. Never did they set foot into the jungle. The sounds of birds, animals, rustling leaves, made them aware of the dangers that may lie in wait. The sun awakened life
Old man Walker that lived a little over a mile up the road from us had six toes on one foot. Of what I heard among the town folk, he went to church every Sunday. I never heard anything bad about him. You got to let go of those superstitions, there just wild tales.”
“Maybe so, maybe their Cannibals.”
“Cannibals?” Her expression questioned, never having heard the word.
“Natives that eat people.”
“You’re telling me there are people who eat other people.”
“Yes, I read about natives. They have a strange culture, not only do they chop off the head of their captive and eat the person, they …”
She said nothing as she stood listening, caressing her chin. “I wonder about though books you read. Maybe you ought to take a break from reading.”
Silent but seemed to be thinking.
“We do need to be aware we’re new to this island have no idea who or what lives here.” Their weary legs continued forward.
Sun having beaten on them for hours, Elizabeth wiped her forehead with her hand. Conceded to her exhaustion, “Let’s take a breather.”
“Great idea.”
“Over there,” Elizabeth pointed to a palm tree along the edge of the jungle. A few of its leaves extended beyond the lush green border. Happily, they sat beside each other sharing what little shade it