And We Were Forever Changed
We were caught in the wild blue eye of the storm, sails billowing madly, waves towering over us.
“All is lost!” Our frenzied screams were drowned by the furious winds.
A man, bearded and barefoot, appeared from below deck.
His shoulder-length hair was unruffled, his tunic clean and dry.
“Don’t be afraid.” His gentle tones calmed us down.
“Steer toward the light.” A silver beam guided us safely to shore.
“How did you reach dry land?” the lightkeeper asked. We glanced up, but the lighthouse was dark.
“The strange man, the stowaway …” We turned, but there was no one there.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleA great take on the prompt and very well written, Juma. A compelling read.
Ooooh mysterious stowaway, I really liked this Juma! I could feel the panic through your writing, and felt so relieved when they made it to shore!
Love your title which reads like an omen.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleWhat an imaginative take on the prompt, Juma. The fear and tension were palpable as was the sense of calm… a divine intervention? A well-written story that leaves you wondering.
Oh, here you go again, Juma. What a beautiful take on the prompt. So imaginative and leaves me thinking. Well done.
Angels appear in so many different forms. I could almost feel the boat tossing and rolling, and taste the salt on the wind. And, I heaved a sigh of relief when they were safe. I love the mystery, Juma. Well done ?
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleYour story is extraordinarily well written, Juma. In combination with the title it goes deep inside the reader’s mind and stays there.