FLASH FICTION FRIDAY 55
She was searching for "sanctuary", silence, serenity.
After weeks she arrived at the seacoast driving the winding roads along the ocean cliffs.
It was late. She was tired, but felt the urge to stop.
Walking a narrow dirt path she suddenly saw silhouetted against the vanishing day, her "sanctuary".
The lighthouse was vacant, unlocked, hers.
(Photo credit: Sailor's Delight by Neil R Shapiro - Kodak picture of the day )
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