100WC Week 3 - The Lonely Lighthouse

Like a predator preparing to pounce on their prey, the mighty ripples of ocean suck back inhaling the night air. Then...smash! Smashing fiercely against the rocks, the waves roar at anything in their path. Destruction, devastation and disaster mark the place of attack (the once beautiful coastline). Bravely watching the twilight storm-at the edge of the rocks-stands a lonely lighthouse. All alone with nothing but the cloudy air for company, the once burning source of light now dimly flickers through the sprays of water...weakly flickers through the misty air...flickers in hope of comforting companion.