Luna & the Lighthouse 1

It was late one night, Luna was on the balcony. She sat on the ground, barefoot in her dress and held the balusters like prison bars.

Alex came outside and spoke to her. She didn’t answer. He got upset then noticed the music in her ears. He nudged her. She ignored him.

He pulled up a chair beside her. She turned away. He took her music. She turned back and glared up at him.

“What’s wrong,” he asked.

“Nothing,” she answered. Luna held out her hand. She wanted her music back. Alex shook his head ’no’. She gave up and went back to staring.

Alex set her headphones down then went inside. He returned with another chair then took her music away one last time.

“Hop up here,” he said. Luna grumbled then crawled up into the chair. She tucked her toes beneath her dress.

“What’s wrong?” he asked again.

Luna hesitated.

“I’m lonely,” she said.

Alex paused.

“Do you want to talk to Michael?”

“No!” she said immediately, “I do not!”

Luna held a scowl on her face while Alex searched for something else to say.

“What do you want then.”

“I want to go see Asa,” she replied.

“FUCK. NO!” he replied.

Alex was not impressed. He kicked her chair.

“Why would you even ask me that?”

She got up to leave. Alex yarded her back in the chair then turned it to face him.

“Why are you still hung up on him? That guy’s a prick to you!”

Luna slumped in her chair then decided to test him.

“I’m going to go to the lighthouse then,” she said.

He vetoed it. Alex saw right through her. She sensed it and tried to cover.

“The lighthouse is right there. Just watch me.”

Alex wouldn’t give in.

“So tell me Luna, what’s so special about that little lighthouse?”

“Its empty,” she said, “but it’s still pretty.”

“Its infested and should be torn down,” he refuted.

His comment upset her. She kicked his chair.

“That was mean,” she said.

“Luna, that place is nasty.”

Alex pitied her.

“It’s a sad place and you don‘t belong there.”

Luna sighed.

“It’s not a sad place but someone did die in there.”

Alex looked at her.

“Someone died there?”

“Yes sir, a little girl died in there.”

Luna looked back at him, then hung her head. Alex pet her.

“What happened?” he asked.

“One night… the light in the top wouldn’t burn… and she burned instead.”

Alex was disturbed.

“That’s awful, sweetheart.”

“I know, and she’s still there, sir. She won’t leave.”

“Why not, dear?”

Luna looked at him and said, “Because she’s still waiting for the light to come on.”

Luna gazed out at the darkened structure… and just then… Luna came up with a horrible idea.