99-word fiction: The Lighthouse
Another week, another 99-worder and another one for you to work out the what and why.
The lighthouse shakes as spray hurls against the window.
Jake sits with the room dark, save for the great lamp above and a single candle. A low horn moans into the night. Another wave crashes against the wall and booms in the darkness.
A photo lies on the table, its image dances in the flickering candlelight.
Two faces look out from the photo; one is his, the other a memory
Jake gives a thin smile, watching the smoke from his pipe coil up to the ceiling.
Now alone, he thinks about secrets hidden by the cruel and beautiful ocean.
My Words, My World 