You can read the story here. It has been rewritten. Witches Brew (audio narration)
The sun was going down, painting the sky in a thousand colours reflected in the beautiful landscape below. In the city streetlights were coming on, one by one as the shadow of the hills slowly crept through the quarters. They could see the fields where they played as children, the mountains. The ocean. The vast sea stretching out, seemingly with no end. She had always dreamt of the ocean, the unknown beyond the waves.
Maybe some day he would take her.
They had been sitting there for a long time now, just staring into eternity. Feeling the silence. Breathing. Existing.
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Rewritten, read out loud and republished. Originally published on fictionspawn.com February 21. 2017
The lighthouse shows way for lost sailors. The wind pulls the stone walls, threatening to tear them apart, but these walls have held storms for a hundred years.
This one was harder, though. Much harder. The sea was higher than he’d ever seen. The wind stronger. The thunder rumbled louder…
-It’s fucking freezing tonight, I said as we walked down the street. We were both tired, it had been a hard weekend. -It shouldn’t be this cold in October.
I know! It’s too fucking cold to be real. I wasn’t cold this afternoon.
Dan looked up to the sky. -Fuck.
-The sky. The stars. They… It sounds crazy, but they are different. They stand different.
I looked up. He was right. The Ursa Major seemed to be upside down or something…