50 Word Thursday – Running Towards Freedom

“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://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/03/24/your-daily-word-prompt-adrift-ydwordprompt-march-24-2020/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/03/24/rdp-tuesday-delicate/