I am pleased to present the audio version of my story, The Lighthouse.
I was really captivated by the idea of woman dealing with the death of her husband, who was once a lighthouse keeper.
There were a couple of lines that just hit me out of the blue and made me sit up and take notice of the voice in my head telling me to write.
The one about the smell of the mouthwash, and how, when we are grieving we assign value to meaningless objects that are associated to the person who is gone. I love the idea of how a piece of us somehow lives on in the bills that we continue to receive.
I guess I was channelling my inner Amy Hempel for this one. Short, grief packed and full of sly metaphors and symbolism. If you haven’t read her work, I would absolutely recommend it.