Lighthouse

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


A strange invitation, but it sounds ideal to break out of the doldrums.

Submitted: April 20, 2018

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Lighthouse.

Come and stay in the lighthouse!’

That was all the invitation said. Nothing much else going on right now so I thought, ‘Why not!’ A bit of sea air to blow away the mental cobwebs might just be what I need to get me out of the doldrums that I seem to have drifted in to.

Okay,’ I texted back. ‘When?’

The reply came through almost instantly. ‘Why delay? Come tomorrow! We’ll leave it ready and open from midday.’

See you then,’ I texted back, but did not receive a reply.

It was quite a distance for me to travel so I had to set out quite early in the morning. I packed up a small bag, some snacks and some water, and headed off along the road. The birds were singing, the sun was shining and all the clouds that dotted the sky were white.

I began to loiter, to take in the scenery, but then had to make haste or I would be late. I pressed that bit harder on the accelerator and the miles whipped past. I got the scent of the sea, before it came in to view. And then I saw it -- the lighthouse!

Red and white stripes, thick ones, made their way up the outside of the building. The dome was silver, with the bulb extinguished in the clement weather. I looked at the time, just ten minutes past midday. I had made good time.

As I neared the lighthouse, I saw that the windows were all open and the door was pulled back to let me inside. Putting my bag up on one shoulder, I walked inside. I don’t really know what I expected to find, but the ground floor seemed to be not much more than a big empty space. Apart from the staircase that wound its way upwards.

Taking the stairs steadily, I called out, “Hello!” The only reply was my own voice echoing its way back to me.

Up I went, calling out regularly but still receiving no reply. I had always considered myself to be fit but these endless stairs were proving how wrong I was. ‘Imagine,’ I thought, ‘what it would be like to have to do this several times every day’.

By the time I reached the top of the building I was quite out of breath. Not only that but I had not even heard a sound or had a glimpse of even one other person. How very strange!

The room at the top was nice, though. It was done up like a small studio apartment. Every convenience I would require was there before me. I was about ready to sit down and put my feet up, when I decided that I should at least make the effort to take in the view first.

It was splendiferous, spectacular! I leaned on the window-sill and took a deep breath in. It’s a shame I didn’t notice the button before resting my arm on it because as soon as I did there was a whirring noise. I wasn’t sure where it was coming from, somewhere beneath me; and then I watched as tethered balloons inflated and rose and the sea got lower and lower.

It took me a while to realize what was happening. The sea wasn’t getting lower; I was getting higher. The lighthouse was rising in to the sky!

I couldn’t quite help but get in a panic. How did I steer this thing? Where was it going? How did I stop it and make it back to land and get out of the place?

It took me a while to figure it out – I couldn’t do any of those things. All I could do was go with the flow, relax and enjoy the flight. Hopefully the ‘Light House’ knew what it was doing.

 

 


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