Hello everyone, this is my first effort at Friday Fictioneers so be gentle with me! Hope you like it, comments are welcome and guarantee a reciprocal visit.
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Wilfred looks up, an enormous, unblinking eye regards him from above. A scream scours the whitewashed tower in search of escape.
Senses begin to unscramble. Not an eye, the light over the stairwell.
The fog! The light! Twisted and bloody legs defy his urgent will.
Wilfred curses. Tomorrow the boat home, Tonight the single malt – then the radio warning.
A stagger, a slip on the stair, then oblivion.
Nothing to be done but to wait for help.
Somewhere out beyond the rocks a ship’s horn sounds blindly in the fog.
Wilfred grits his teeth, and prays.