Three Line Tales: The wind howling through the stacks

photo by William Bout – here's a bigger version

photo by William Bout – here’s a bigger version


 

That’s the New Lighthouse you can see – automated now, all run by computers.

The gubby white pillar next to it is the Old Lighthouse. That was manned years ago – two men, bachelors ususally, just themselves and the spray and the wind howling through the stacks. Before that causeway was built linking the hummocks of rock – before a safe way off the island.

Made you see things, living there – the light bleaching the fog, rock making the waves chitter, the round, round rooms. Your voice always returning to you.

How did the Old Lighthouse burn down? Well, that’s another story.

 


Written for Sonya at Only 100 Word’s Three Line Tales. See the photo, write a tale. See here to join in and to read the other stories.

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11 thoughts on “Three Line Tales: The wind howling through the stacks

    1. Thanks Jane! Yes, I’m sorely tempted, but didn’t know if it’s better to leave it to people’s imagination … I’ll see if I can think of an approach interesting enough 🙂

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