Remote is not a good enough term for this marina. Before the marina had been built time had stood still for centuries. Even though four buildings graced the track that terminated at the marina. The first a church without a clock, the second an abandoned blacksmiths shack. Third was a house without inhabitances. Last was a farm without a farmer.
So when a old gypsy caravan rolled up to the marina, the six people who relaxed aboard the boats should have been prepared for what might happen. The caravan brought two of the strangest people imaginable. The first might have been a fine figure of a man but he was bright red from head to toe. The second a woman had red hair that touched the ground.
Relaxing at this remote marina had seemed a good idea, till this pair turned up. As each of the boat owners attempted to untie the hawsers that held their craft to the land, they recoiled in horror as the hawsers became snakes.© Michael Humphris.
Word count 170. Welcome to the new year dear readers, but please be wary when any place looks as perfect as this marina.