
By Patti Jurinski
During the war, the lighthouse went dark. Fear of a German invasion outweighed the menacing bite of a jagged coastline. Oddly accustomed to a sweeping five-flash pattern, the thirty-two islanders met insomnia, their new neighbor. For weeks, babies cried, goats and cows went dry, chickens stopped laying. A new landscape emerged: shifty, disquieting and unfamiliar.
Four years later, the flash flooded the island, lighting up dark corners and hearts. It seduced residents into the long-avoided night like a siren’s call. Claps and hoots traveled in the crisp night air, replacing years of silence, as the island welcomed back a forgotten friend.
Very good, Patti.
As the old song said, the lights did come on again all over the world………including Germany
Great story that illustrates how much we take light for granted/
we take a lot for granted
cold but in a way poetic story..