The Perfect Paradise

(PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook)

They called it the “Perfect Paradise.” If the confluence of sun, sky and sand made for a horripilation inducing spectacle, the jagged dwarf table top peak exacerbated the effect, although its features made it seem more an eyesore than a majestic manifestation. The locals took to calling it “The Hunchback of Notre dam.” Soon nature was ravaged by the touch of commercialism and the tentacles of capitalism. They first built a bridge connecting the two extremes of the island. Resorts and restaurants mushroomed like ugly fingers. Finally, when they ran out of money they abandoned it.

Sullied. Adulterated. Tarnished. Dumped.

(Word Count: 100)

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