A Place For Someone Like Her

Flowers in the meadow by a tree by Pixabay (Pexels)This is a story I wrote with the prompts:Magical School – Real Estate Developer – Wine BottleCassandra gazed out upon the outcropping of rocks, surrounded on all sides by an angry North Sea. The boat was barely able to berth long enough for her to take her step onto the land before the captain roused the engine and propelled the boat backwards. "Weather gettin' ugly. I'll be back in an hour," he shouted before the rumble of the engine drowned even that out. Useless, she thought to herself, but that was something she had come to expect from these types. The rock under her feet was solid, even as flares of white ocean spray walled her in. She turned her head away from the ocean then, and pulled the hand-penciled map out of her pants pocket. There was one small opening into the island's center, up barely noticeable path up the hexagonal granite columns, then through the gap. It would be simple enough to make it through, to see if this…