I love Esther Newton’s weekly challenges!
Esther’s challenge this week is to write a poem or story based on the visual prompt of a haunted lighthouse.
stepping from the car with an airy feeling in her head and her feet, and a return of that lost freedom she hasn't felt since then, a lifetime ago, she lets the grey glow in the sky lead her where it may; along familiar lanes, abandoned by her; so, so long ago in the vain and hopeless hope that the pain may fade one day, one day forever awaited, and yet she roams these roads again untouched now by the memory of then; of that searing second, minute, hour, day, week, month, year, eternity when everything had screamed within her. when. everything. good. was. dead. everything dead. everything except her. now the old windmill towers above her, its crumbling walls concealing worm eaten floorboards which killed........ and now two illuminated figures approach and she walks into their silken glow. her children have waited in this place these many years so patiently waited for her embrace and as they all join hands her form shimmers into translucence. several miles away, strangers stand in shock beside the wreck of a car, mourning her shredded shell on the blood-spattered bonnet and sadly shaking their heads. an approaching siren wails, and they turn their heads from death; but I see the three glowing sparks as they leave the heart of the woman and soar up to the sky and I know that she's healed at last.
© Jane Paterson Basil