Island Getaway: Karen Walker Spring 2009

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She awoke to the heady perfume of orange blossoms, their scent carried into the room by the soft morning breeze. Through the open window she could hear the crash of waves on the shore, the chatter of the bright green parrots who made their home in the island’s trees. Stretching her arms wide, she reveled in the feel of crisp cotton sheets and cool silk pajamas against her skin. ‘I could get used to this,’ she thought.

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After a few lazy moments she eased her way out of bed and into a lightweight robe. The glint of the sun off the radiant blue sea welcomed her as she stepped onto the veranda. A bounty of tropical fruits awaited her on the table: plump mangoes and papayas, thick skinned pomelos, sweet-tart pineapples. Her stomach grumbled in reminder that she hadn’t eaten since her hurried departure yesterday morning.

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She broke her fast with gusto, concentrating only on the spread before her. But once her initial hunger subsided, her thoughts turned to the path that had led her to this paradise. She sipped the juice from a slice of melon and reflected on the long months of deception, the constant fear of being caught. She had nearly lost hold of her true identity in the ocean of lies that swirled around them all. But it was almost over now.

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That afternoon found her floating on a raft in the pool. Her fingers trailed a languid path through the water. Her skin had already acquired a bronze glow after so many years spent hiding under dowdy corporate layers. She reached for the bottle of sunscreen but before she could slather it on, the phone rang. Only one person had her number. She had been expecting his call.

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“Where are you, darling?” he asked. “I’ve been waiting exactly where we planned.” She allowed a lengthy pause to settle between them before she spoke. “I won’t be meeting you after all,” she informed him. “And I’ve decided that my cut should be much larger than we had originally discussed. In fact, I’ve taken every last penny for myself.”

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He gasped and sputtered with disbelief. “You can’t do this!” he said. “I’ll find you and my money.” A smile played upon her lips. “You don’t even know my real name,” she replied. He rained epithets upon her but it was of no use. In the background she could hear the police pounding at his door, the result of her ‘anonymous’ tip. “Say hello to the SEC for me, darling,” she said.

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She hung up the phone. At last, it was done. She paddled her way to the edge of the pool where a tray of snacks rested. Sampling yet another exotic fruit, she mused over which she savoured more: the delicacies of her new island home or the sweet taste of revenge.

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All images courtesy of Karen Walker.

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5 Responses to “Island Getaway: Karen Walker Spring 2009”

  1. Absolutely Not Martha Says:

    and i thought karen walker answered phones for grace adler designs. serious though, lovely style.

  2. Joanna Says:

    Oh, how you spin a good yarn, much like Karen Walker!

  3. Kristy Says:

    Anne, you crack me up.
    All this talk of tropical fruit makes me miss Brasil a lot. And now I feel the need to buy a breezy new sundress.

  4. Luphia Says:

    i absolutely love all the shirts!

  5. Erin Says:

    J’dore Karen Walker!

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Island Getaway: Karen Walker Spring 2009

city sage karen walker .jpg

She awoke to the heady perfume of orange blossoms, their scent carried into the room by the soft morning breeze. Through the open window she could hear the crash of waves on the shore, the chatter of the bright green parrots who made their home in the island’s trees. Stretching her arms wide, she reveled in the feel of crisp cotton sheets and cool silk pajamas against her skin. ‘I could get used to this,’ she thought.

city sage karen walker 3.jpg

After a few lazy moments she eased her way out of bed and into a lightweight robe. The glint of the sun off the radiant blue sea welcomed her as she stepped onto the veranda. A bounty of tropical fruits awaited her on the table: plump mangoes and papayas, thick skinned pomelos, sweet-tart pineapples. Her stomach grumbled in reminder that she hadn’t eaten since her hurried departure yesterday morning.

city sage karen walker 2.jpg

She broke her fast with gusto, concentrating only on the spread before her. But once her initial hunger subsided, her thoughts turned to the path that had led her to this paradise. She sipped the juice from a slice of melon and reflected on the long months of deception, the constant fear of being caught. She had nearly lost hold of her true identity in the ocean of lies that swirled around them all. But it was almost over now.

city sage karen walker 6.jpg

That afternoon found her floating on a raft in the pool. Her fingers trailed a languid path through the water. Her skin had already acquired a bronze glow after so many years spent hiding under dowdy corporate layers. She reached for the bottle of sunscreen but before she could slather it on, the phone rang. Only one person had her number. She had been expecting his call.

city sage karen walker 4.jpg

“Where are you, darling?” he asked. “I’ve been waiting exactly where we planned.” She allowed a lengthy pause to settle between them before she spoke. “I won’t be meeting you after all,” she informed him. “And I’ve decided that my cut should be much larger than we had originally discussed. In fact, I’ve taken every last penny for myself.”

city sage karen walker 5.jpg

He gasped and sputtered with disbelief. “You can’t do this!” he said. “I’ll find you and my money.” A smile played upon her lips. “You don’t even know my real name,” she replied. He rained epithets upon her but it was of no use. In the background she could hear the police pounding at his door, the result of her ‘anonymous’ tip. “Say hello to the SEC for me, darling,” she said.

city sage karen walker 7.jpg

She hung up the phone. At last, it was done. She paddled her way to the edge of the pool where a tray of snacks rested. Sampling yet another exotic fruit, she mused over which she savoured more: the delicacies of her new island home or the sweet taste of revenge.

city sage karen walker 8.jpg

All images courtesy of Karen Walker.

4 Responses to “Island Getaway: Karen Walker Spring 2009”

  1. christina Says:

    Simply amazing. Perhaps this one should make the cut for your first novel. 🙂

  2. Courtney Says:

    Ohh, prepping us for your novel debut? 🙂

  3. Shell Sherree Says:

    I, too, thought, “Aha, she has started her novel!” Nice one, Anne!
    Who’d have thought a tasselled curtain tieback could double as a funky necklace of sorts {or are my eyes deceiving me}?

  4. nkp Says:

    I’m all giddy over these tops…simply smashing!

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