To the Lighthouse

During his early, unhappy life, some time after he’d escaped to London and found solace in nighttime drinking, Edward had a disturbingly calm dream of a grey, winding stone path, the path bridged two tiny islands and led to a lighthouse that gazed out across a violet sky as waves foamed and crashed against the black rocks at its feet.

It was a dream he would have more and more regularly as he found himself in times of increasing stress and illness, and on his forty-fifth birthday as he woke to the sound of thunder with the image of its guiding light fading quickly, he knew that the key to his life lay somewhere inside that mysterious lighthouse and made it his remaining life’s goal to find and unlock its door, glory in its light, and breathe in the vast oceans it guarded.

After many years of searching and saving, through frequent periods of ill health, Edward finally found the lighthouse of his dreams on the Andalusian coast of Almería and, on his sixtieth birthday, treated himself to a meeting with his happiness only to discover, when he arrived in Almería, that the path was worn and broken, the lighthouse was locked and extinguished, obscene graffiti daubed its walls, and its windows had been shattered; a beggar living near its steps told him that it was abandoned and had been empty and unlit for many years.

© 2016 Occasional Dreams
In response to: Three Line Tales, Week Thirty-Eight
Image by William Bout

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16 thoughts on “To the Lighthouse

      1. I was half joking, but on a deeper note- message in there about no deferring life or dreams. The ‘squatting’ option can be likened to him recognising the light within and not seeking external valudation of that.

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  1. I had a moment like this once. I walked into a government building while I was out strolling through my neighborhood, just because I was getting this quasi-spiritual urge to enter. In the end, it was over with an anti-climax of the security guard calling me out and telling me to leave.

    I still cringe whenever I walk past that building.

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    1. That’s quite a story in itself there, you should expand and write about it more. I guess life is like that sometimes, we’re drawn to things without knowing why. I didn’t realise but my Andalusian reference echoes Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist which deals with similar themes. Thanks for reading.

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    1. Absolutely. Dreams are meant to be chased and we shouldn’t ignore them. And you’re right it does feel like the beginning of something else. Thanks for reading.

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  2. Such a beautifully vivid scene you’ve created! Wonderful read. Perhaps its his job to rekindled a fire that has long since extinguished…? Or perhaps it was a metaphor? Maybe the journey has birthed something in him he didn’t know was there? Thought provoking post. 🙂

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    1. Thank you. I pretty much wrote this as it came and wasn’t sure where it was leading. I was left quite intrigued myself by the end where it would all lead. 🙂 Thanks for reading.

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