“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.
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:
I have also included the following word prompts: