These hands, the hands that had held her when she was scared, would’ve resorted to practices such as throwing rocks at seabirds.

Had it been in his nature to give voice to his pessimistic thoughts, he would’ve long since been cursing the world for taking her away from him, for forcing him to live without the one person who ever truly mattered. The man winced at the shooting pain that erupted in his spine as he stood, but displayed no further complaint. God knows you could spend a lifetime counting them, but even a lifetime would never be enough, not when it was spent with her. Every star seemed to scream out every moment of every day spent together. The sultry sea air reeked of enough nostalgia without the assistance of the rest of the universe, ever reminding him of the nights spent counting the stars from the window, nights that were little more than memories now. The old man didn’t so much as glance up, though, as his calloused hands overturned the deep grey stone and rolled it aside, his dog looking on curiously, ears pricked. The rain and clouds-which had grown to be no less than anticipated-were replaced by a blanket of stars and the kind of moon, a lighthouse in itself, that illuminates every surface of the Earth below it.

This is going to be entered in a contest.what can I do to improve?īased off of Vanilla Twilight by Owl City.Īs the sun’s brilliant light faded below the horizon, the heavens roared to life. I don't want anything but CC :) I posted an older version of this, and I've made some edits suggested by LST. A/N: I'm going for nostalgic and impactful.

The lighthouse keeper short story