Lighthouse | 100 Word Stories

#064 Aerials

I’m a lighthouse keeper but I don’t help ships at sea. My job is to keep an eye on the skies. We know it will come again as it always does. And so I wait. I’ve been waiting for over five years now.

Till one night, during a rain storm, the sky lit up. I thought it was lightning and ignored it but the thud that followed was unmistakable. I’d heard it before. The aerial was back.

During every visit it takes two humans, “for learning purposes” it says. Then it returns them the same way, dropped from the sky.