Write a Book in a Day 2018

as her eyes adjusted she could barely recognize the familiar place. It was the beach where she had met Hunter, except this time it was very different.

The sky was filled with clouds, the air smelled of rotting fish and the once clear ocean was covered in a blanket made from plastic bottles, bags, dirty, prickly wrappers and old torn clothes. The sand on the other hand, was much worse. Dead fish with dull silver scales and turtles with broken shells were washed up on the shore whilst birds of all colours lay tangled and injured, surrounded by old fishing nets. Palm trees were bare, their remaining brown coloured leaves lay limp on the floor next to their roots. Penelope couldn’t believe her eyes, she went to follow Elias and Hunter onto the sand but as she stepped forward she heard a crunch beneath her feet. She looked down and saw Hunters old ‘SAVE THE TURTLES’ poster torn and yellowed with age. “Hey!”, Penelope called, “Hunter, I found your poster, what is it still doing here?” Hunter turned his head slightly towards Penelope and said sadly, “This is what happens when nobody cares.”