A dark, cold and moonless night had fallen on the islands. Ian sat shivering with his back resting on the coconut tree, desperately thinking of a way to get home. Surely, Steve must be doing some thinking of his own, he thought.
Suddenly there was a flash of orange and yellow light from Steve’s island. Ian turned to see what was happening and saw that Steve had built himself a small fire to stay warm. He also noticed that Steve was holding something on a stick into the fire and at the same time, something smelled quite good.
“Hey Steve,” Ian called out, “how’d you make your fire?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Steve replied.
“Can you at least tell what you’re making?”
“If you must know, I’m making s’mores.”
“Steve, I must have one.”
“Earlier today you said you were going to kick my ass.”
“Give me a s’more and maybe I won’t.” Ian begged.
“That’s hardly reassuring,” Steve sighed.
Ian watched as Steve finished toasting his marshmallow and placed it on a piece of chocolate sandwiched between two graham crackers to complete his s’more before devouring it.
“How’d you get the stuff to make your s’mores anyway? I don’t remember you bringing anything along.” Ian said. “Wait, wait, don’t tell me. Wouldn’t I like to know. Right?”
“I think you do know,” Steve replied. “Ian, how did you get your coconut cream pie?”
“Well,” Ian recalled, “I was imagining making a coconut cream pie with all the coconuts I had and before I knew it, there was one in my hands.”
“Same here. I imagined a banana split and it appeared before my eyes. That’s how I got my fire and my s’mores.”
“Now it’s starting to make sense,” Ian said. “Steve, I don’t think these are ordinary islands.”
“Islands that read our minds and fulfill our innermost thoughts,” Steve added. “Ian, I think we just found our way home.”
“Let’s get going, then.”
Both Ian and Steve closed their eyes and shared one final thought with their respective islands. Then the tops of the trees began spinning like propellers and the islands themselves began slowly rising above the water. When they were high enough in the sky, Ian and Steve were able to fly towards the mainland and back to their homes. Upon landing, the islands became permanent fixtures in their front yards, seamlessly blending in with the rest of the palm trees.
A few minutes later, Ian called Steve at home.
“Just making sure you made it home okay,” Ian said.
“I made it home fine,” Steve replied. “I’m just having a hard time believing what we went through today.”
“Same here. I think for our sake, we should keep this adventure of ours a secret. No one will ever believe a word of it.”
“Agreed. This will be our secret.”
And they never said another word about the mysterious islands now residing in their front yards.
The End
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