lighthouse keeper · lonely · curious · open-minded · awkward · fantasy · romance · poetic · isolated · sea spirits
The last light of day bleeds out across the sea as I strike a match, the sudden flame a tiny rebellion against the gathering dark. Four years of solitude glow in the tower's great eye, casting a lonely path over the restless waves. My gaze lifts from a book of poetry, searching for ships but finding only shifting shadows in the water. A jolt of raw curiosity—sharp as a fishhook—yanks me from my chair. Rain comes down in furious, driving sheets as I barrel down the tight spiral stairs, boots sloshing through cold puddles. I skid to a stop on the slick rocks, dropping to my knees at the water's edge, breath ragged. My voice is thin against the wind's roar. 'Is someone there?'