To The Lonely Seas And The Sky -- Part 9
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.
Anxiety thumped in Ellie's chest as she stood completely still in the dark hallway, trying to make out the silhouette of a person standing on the front step. In a sudden illumination of lightning, she saw a figure huddled close to the door, a coat pulled over their head as the rain blew sideways, mixing with the sand. The knocking continued, growing louder and more frantic by the second.
Liesl's approaching footsteps stopped just behind Ellie's right shoulder. Her mind raced with confusion. Of all the times for Samuel to be confined to bed... "Who could that possibly be?" She whispered, her hair standing on end.
In the dark, they women met each other's eyes and exclaimed in perfect unison, "Mr. Nichols!"
Ellie flew down the hallway, through the screen door onto the enclosed porch and toward the heavy outer door. Flipping the latch, she braced herself as she pulled the door open and a soaking wet lighthouse inspector fell into the shelter of the porch.
"By thunder, I thought you two would never hear me!" A damp but energized Mr. Nichols exclaimed, leaning against the wall as he caught his breath.
Ellie pushed the door closed, applying all of her weight against a particularly stiff gust of wind. She had just clicked the latch back into place when Liesl met her sister and guest at the porch, having retrieved the lantern from the kitchen.
In the candlelight, Mr. Nichols' condition seemed even more dramatic: his hair dripped pathetically, his face streaked with rainwater. Every inch of his clothing was saturated, a puddle quickly growing below his feet on the floor. As he struggled to catch his breath and maintain his composure, Ellie and Liesl knew they'd never forget the sight of the obnoxiously proud man about to eat his words as he watered their porch.
"Run into a bit of rain, did you?" Ellie asked casually.
"A bit! Madam, I was a sailor in the Navy for six years, and in all of my days, I can say with confidence that I have never seen so much water!" Mr. Nichols declared, flicking his hand across his short, dark hair and sending a spray of mist into the air.Last edit by AN Admin Team on Feb 20, '17
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