A glowing light
In the middle of the night
A beacon of hope to some
“I don’t see why we have to man this,” Jack said.
“Come on, Jack, you know why.”
In truth, the lighthouse seemed a bit pointless in this day and age. Technology had surely given ships ways to see and be warned of things on the horizon. Any captain in their…
Roy sat whittling a wooden bear, quietly hunched over, scratching little nicks into the firm wood; from time to time looking out into the calm ocean. It was a Saturday, and the evening shadows were gathering outside. Beyond the lighthouse were…