photo by dawn Q. Landau
He stood silently offshore, staring at the remnants of an ancient lighthouse. After hours upon hours of research, he had traced his great-times-3 grandfather to this place. He had been the last lighthouse keeper. That had been in the early 1800’s-during the war of 1812, in fact. He spent weeks here, alone as his family waited on the mainland. During fierce battles and raging storms, they were terrified that he would never come home. But he did, and though the lighthouse did not survive to love he passed on to his family was alive and well.
beebeesworld 
SusanB said,
February 3, 2014 @ 3:59 am
You started with a photo and wrote 2o lines? Nice.
beebeesworld said,
February 3, 2014 @ 6:28 pm
Well, its not 20 lines-its 20 line or less….thanks for reading
beebeesworld
Sandra Bennett said,
February 3, 2014 @ 2:50 pm
Wrapped up and well presented…I’d never have imagined this story line.
Lindy Lee said,
February 4, 2014 @ 11:18 pm
Very good, BeeBee– By the way, lighhouses are fascinating, aren’t they?
beebeesworld said,
February 5, 2014 @ 12:56 am
I love them-the coast of North Carolina has 5 or 6-all different and magical. beebee