“I took a deep breath, put my hand on the doorknob and unlocked the door.” – Christiana Miller – Somebody Tell Aunt Tillie She’s Dead
The lighthouse had been a beacon of hope for many years for those adrift on the rough seas. It had guided vessels to safe harbour and prevented many a sailor from ending up in an obituary.
People had become dependent on the light and for that reason, I have sacrificed my life for the greater good. I have remained in the lighthouse ensuring the beacon remained lit, for ten years I have toiled and seen no one. I have lived a life of solitude and now my tenure has ended and I can leave, my place was taken by a new victim.
I found myself feeling scared, vulnerable and delicate. My heart raced and my breath turned shallow and fast as panic threatened to overwhelm me like a tidal wave.
Then, I took a deep breath, put my hand on the doorknob and unlocked the door and ran towards freedom.
[150 words]
This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge, This week hosted by Deb Whittam, click on the link below to see her post:
https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2020/03/20/50-word-thursday-64/
I have also included the following word prompts:
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/03/24/obituary/
FOWC with Fandango — Dependent
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/03/24/rdp-tuesday-delicate/
This is good.
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Thank you, Sadje. I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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You’re welcome Kristian.
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That’s great Kristian. I wasn’t expecting that at all 🙂
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Thank you. I suppose I’m thinking of when this self isolation ends 🙂 Glad you liked my tale 🙂
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I think we are all waiting for that to happen. Nice one.
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Thank you, Yes, this is making us appreciate the freedom we take for granted. 🙂 Hopefully soon.
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