The Journey – Chapter 1

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She woke up early again and looked out of the window of the little lighthouse-keeper‘s cabin. The lighthouse was touched by the first rays of sun, a bright blue sky, two seagulls soaring above in the wind,  waves crashing against the stony shore…her world was dark, grey and still. Anyway, she thought, time to go…

She had been walking every day for the last few weeks – it was what kept her alive. Now and then she had made a photograph with her little camera to send to her family. She wanted to say home to her family but the lighthouse felt more like a home to her than any other place before. It was her refuge and going out of the door was a battle every morning but so far she had won them all. She never really knew where, how far and for how long she was going but she walked…

Every step outside was a step inside – her mind…exploring all the dark tunnels, the blocked passageways and doors.

This morning was no different. The dark forest behind the lighthouse swallowed her. It was a terrifying place with huge black holes in the ground and dense vegetation blocking out all sounds from the sea and any glimpse of her lighthouse. Whenever she entered she was afraid that she would never leave again, that one of those dark mouths would suck her in. She felt all alone and scared but she walked – defiantly.

By the time she left the forest she was already deep in thoughts and hardly noticed where she was going. She could feel that she was climbing as she still got out of breath quickly after all those months or was it years just sitting and staring at her monitor at work or the tv at home – and eating as if that could have helped her to swallow her pain. She felt pain in her legs now and her chest was burning but that was no comparison to the pain inside her heart so she climbed on, following an unwritten map.

She did not take any break, neither eat nor drink.  The landscape around her changed constantly, the sun was already past its highest point but she did not notice any of it. Today she had not even taken a single photograph.

She was lost…




  1. John on July 2, 2018 at 12:01

    So beautifully written Isabel…I feel that I am there with you when reading it 🙂

    • Isabel on July 12, 2018 at 13:33

      Thank you so much, dear John 🙂

  2. Folker on July 7, 2018 at 14:17

    Isabel, you really are a poet!
    And a wonderful photographer, too!!
    Beautiful work!!!

    • Isabel on July 12, 2018 at 14:32

      Awww…I don’t know what to say ☺️☺️☺️ – thank you so very much for your words, Folker!

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