The flickering light of my late husband’s family lighthouse spoke to me, as though in morse code. Cursing me? Good. I sucked in a fury of sea air.

A nice gentleman shuffled out of the house onto the porch. I couldn’t identify his uniform – a crime scene investigator or possibly a police officer; the day had held a revolving door of uniforms and equipment and questions.

“Ma’am, do you need somewhere to go tonight? Someone to stay with?” He asked me.

With you? I briefly thought.

“No that’s fine. I need… to be here.” I cooed.

“We’re going to find your husband. Unfortunately, lots of people go missing on Halloween.” He offered fruitlessly. “But we’re putting our best men on this case.”

I smiled at him gratefully, but I could have belly-laughed. There’s no such thing as a good man, let alone a best one.

I smiled weakly. He returned a stronger one and bowed out.

For low tide, the waves were wilding that night. I thought of King Canute, the bratty one that thought he could order the sea away. Men think they can make orders, boss anything near them around, and then collapse in a too-late catharsis when it comes back to bury them.

The lighthouse before me flickered to get my attention back. Glimmering ferociously, as though the light itself were screaming to get out.

Turning away, I waltzed through the halls of my home. I set a candle against the windowsill, its long stick perfectly mimicking the lighthouse tower in its background. I struck up a match and lit the candle, letting it burst into a wild dance on the wick. In the meanwhile, the candlelight’s larger counterpart—the kerosene lamp of the lighthouse – continued to dance around my husband’s dead, crumbled body stored by its side, creating the most beautiful shadows against my home. A place no one would think to check, a spot no one would climb up the reeking stairs to investigate.

A place I could look out and watch the light scream forever.

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Eric Radcliffe
Eric Radcliffe(@eric-radcliffe)
1 year ago

Hello Hyten, this is very original. I never would have guessed she was the killer, and where she had hidden him (the poor soul,ha, ha). A wonderful Halloween story told and really well written. I will look forward to reading more of your stories.

Emily O'Leary
Emily O'Leary(@emily-oleary)
1 year ago

I really enjoyed this Hyten! I liked the subtle hints throughout that she wasn’t at all as innocent as she seemed!

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Linda Rock
Linda Rock(@linda-rock)
1 year ago

You told us all we need to know about her in those first few paragraphs Hyten (and I loved her!). From the little she told us about her dead husband, murder was probably harsh, but she obviously thought he deserved it. I love how defiantly she used the lighted candle as if in a dual with the lighthouse. Cleverly written.

Carrie OLeary
Carrie OLeary(@carrie-oleary)
1 year ago

Great story and very different. I loved that you hinted at her disappointment in the male species throughout the story that built up to the fact that she had, in fact, murdered her husband. Good stuff!

Christer Norrlof
Christer Norrlof(@christer-norrlof)
1 year ago

A very well written story, Hyten. I love the way you give the reader small hints, for example the protagonist’s negative feelings for men and her excitement for having the lighthouse to herself.

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Lotchie Carmelo
Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
1 year ago

Wow! It is incredible. I didn’t expect that the wife herself is the killer of her husband. Great story for the Halloween season.

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