To The Lonely Seas And The Sky -- Part 1
The fictional tale of lighthouse keepers in the 1880's, tending a Lake Michigan lighthouse. The characters in this story are completely fictional, while the lighthouse is quite real and still in use. The details of its function, while not necessarily specific to this exact light, are consistent with the general function of lighthouses in this era.Liesl Kappel was young, but her dark grey eyes betrayed wisdom beyond her twenty-eight years. Her mother's inky black hair tangled and teased about her face, hinting at her Spanish ancestry. Her father's straight German nose sampled the aroma of the light sea breeze, and her piercing stare took note of the tumultuous clouds over the endless, restless lake, observing the absence of birds and animals from the sand dunes that surrounded the lighthouse.
"When the animals do not scurry on the rocks and the birds leave the air for the sturdy branches, the storm is on its way." That's what her father would have told her, his melodic accent lilting like the rise and fall of a song, making every word enchanted.
High off the ground, perched in the winding, wrought-iron steps of the tower, Liesl sat silently, bearing witness to the growing storm from the watch room. She sighed gently, unconsciously, knowing it would be a long night. Sleep would be minimal and her physical duties demanding: hauling up the kerosene from the basement to the tower, attempting to keep the light burning through the night despite the storm that promised wind that'd slither through slits in the brick tower.Last edit by AN Admin Team on Feb 20, '17
Be gone, writer's block! Be gone!
From 'The Great White North'; Joined Mar '10; Posts: 2,233; Likes: 7,047.Oct 9, '13So glad you've both read and enjoyed, Viva, as your encouragement is part of the reason that I chose to post a story. I cannot thank you enough!