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Saving Grace

7 Mar

 

Here’s 100 words for Friday Fictioneers inspired by the photo prompt below (courtesy of Jennifer Pendergast). It is a true story, or as true as I can make it from examining the flotsam and jetsam of history and imagining myself there that day in September, 1838. I first became aware of this story when I was 10 years old and it has resonated with me down through the years. Come back with me and ask yourself what you would have done.

 

Saving Grace

 

With the dawn Grace Darling climbed the iron spiral to the lighthouse’s lamp room. The wind moaned outside and spoke to her of a sea that would forgive naught and call to task the very best seamen this day. She extinguished the great light, trimmed the wick and polished the night’s accumulation of soot from the reflector, then turned and surveyed the rugged Northumberland coast.

On distant Harcar Rock, a vessel had foundered in the night and nine survivors she counted clinging to the splintered bow. Grace flew down the stairs to wake her father.

Together they rowed into history.

 

Wreck of the Farfarshire

Longstone Lighthouse.

Some links for your reading and listening pleasure

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And, at last, since you made it this far, thank you to those of you who read my offering last week. Was up to my ass in alligators and no one was draining the swamp. I’ll try to do better on reading and commenting this week. Aloha, D.