Quote for the week: Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other. Euripides
Monday, a new week, and fall is in the air. We had a nice rain, the temperature has cooled somewhat, and the Texas Rangers are American League division champs. They're playing now for home field advantage. I hope your team is doing well. There are still some teams with chances to make the playoffs. And yay, I'll get to see those games on TV instead of my computer, which is not live.
How was your weekend?
Some good news I'd like to share. My Tween novel A PIRATE, A BLOCKADE RUNNER, AND A CAT is now in paperback, as well as ebook. I'm excited.
Without warning, a slender beam of light radiated from the lighthouse. The water sparkled, reflecting the lighthouse. Not a breath of air stirred. A fish leaped up, splashed back down. Star clutched my arm. "Our signal," she said.
"Signal for what?" I asked.
"To find out who' in the lighthouse." Star thrust a lifejacket at her brother, another at me. "Put these on. I don't want to have to fish the two of you out of the water."
A bad thought crossed my mind. "We're going there?" I tipped my head at the lighthouse.
"Of course we are. Remember, we came here tonight to find out who turns on the light, and how." Star's eyes, cat green, glittered in the dark.
"I don't think we should go inside. It's late and dark and -"
Storm shrugged into his lifejacket. "Save your argument, Ek. You can't win."
I shook my head. "Bad idea. Someone hiding from the cops might be in the building. Or what if we encounter a bum, a kid playing a prank, even bank robbers sending signals of their location, telling their friends they have the loot?"
"Or a ghost seeking our help," Star said. "If you aren't interested in going to the lighthouse why did you come to the beach, anyway?"
I was asking myself the same question.
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