Low clouds: heavy, angry and crimson with flames of sunset rumbled overhead. The lighthouse keeper raced towards the cliffs, slippered feet pressed hard to the pedals, white knuckled hands gripping the handlebars as he fought the gusting wind. His phone’s shrill buzz was still yelling out its warning. He leapt off the bike as he reached his tiny rowboat, he fought with ropes and oars before jumping onboard and sweeping out into the water. He reached the spluttering generator, petrol can in hand and the sky drew darker still before the great tower filled the stormy sky with precious light.
Thursday, 23 January 2014
100WC Week 3 - The Stormy Sky
Low clouds: heavy, angry and crimson with flames of sunset rumbled overhead. The lighthouse keeper raced towards the cliffs, slippered feet pressed hard to the pedals, white knuckled hands gripping the handlebars as he fought the gusting wind. His phone’s shrill buzz was still yelling out its warning. He leapt off the bike as he reached his tiny rowboat, he fought with ropes and oars before jumping onboard and sweeping out into the water. He reached the spluttering generator, petrol can in hand and the sky drew darker still before the great tower filled the stormy sky with precious light.
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