The Lighthouse
My Fictional Stories
May 31, 2021
The sound of the waves approaches. It slammed against the face of the stone bricks, towering up into one Lighthouse.
The rays of light above shone it’s power from the beacon, across the wide ocean surrounding.
The weary strips of red and white heavily wrapped around the body.
People came and people went. Used it as a memorial for all sorts, forgetful of remembering their way back.
