Talking to the Stars

Every night, without fail, he climbed to the top of the ancient lighthouse, rolled out his blanket and set his thermos of hot chocolate on the ground before lighting the fire to signal his arrival. He would pour himself a cuppa and wait patiently for her to signal her arrival. Then when the stars twinkled above he knew she was finally ready to talk to him once again.

Prompt:  Ancient

Written for Sonya’s Three Line Tales Week Thirty Eight


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