Their screams for help probably lasted for hours in the darkness before dawn. At first light I saw the bodies in the icy water, silent, still. No survivors had reached the shore where I stood beside my young son, staring out at the broken ship, which had split apart on the hidden rocks just under the surface, becoming flotsam and jetsam during the storm. The boy was crying as he looked at the sea.
“Dad, are they all dead?”
“What can we do?”
“Nothing.” I turned towards the lighthouse and sighed. “I knew I should have changed the bulb.”
Frenchie almost 5 years ago
What a sloppy keeper. That made a brilliant, thank you for the smile :D
Drew Martyn almost 5 years ago
Cheers John, love it :)
Neil Murton almost 5 years ago
That made me feel guilty for laughing. Nice work!
John Moralee almost 5 years ago
Thanks for the comments!
Tony Spencer almost 5 years ago
D.M. almost 5 years ago
not what I expected!